What do I do if I run out of questions?
I guess I should stock up, right?
But what if I prefer to live in the moment and not worry about the future?
Maybe I should cultivate a little question farm, so I could grow my own, eh?
But what if question farming activities end up becoming a chore by consuming all my free time?
Or, alternatively, question farming ends up being the only thing I enjoy thereby displacing all other concerns and activities?
What if I ask so many questions I end up asking everybody else’s questions-what then?
Would people resent my greed or hail me as a hero?
What if I became a Question Tyrant and cruelly oppressed all other Questioners?
What if I became so obsessed with attaining Supreme Question Power that I even started competing with myself to the point where I ordered my secret police to throw me into a hellish torture dungeon even as I ordered the executions of those same secret police goons for committing treason against me?
What if things got really out of hand?
Would getting a stress squeeze ball help me deal with shit?
Would getting two stress squeeze balls-one for each hand-double up my relaxation?
What if I installed extra hands attached to extra arms so I could squeeze a dozen or more stress squeeze balls?
Is there credible science behind the presumed benefits of a stress squeeze ball or is the medical-therapeutic terrain contested?
Maybe a high stress lifestyle works for me, keeps me sharp, keeps me grinding, why would I want to dull my edge?
What if, in the end, the stress squeeze balls are the true enemy?
What if, after the end, I am defeated and displaced by the stress squeeze balls?
What if, as a new beginning, the stress squeeze balls start squeezing me-and would that mean we’ve gone Full Soviet Russia?
What then . . .?!
