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What in your opinion is the ultimate question?

Asked by Arbornaut (2597points) January 9th, 2011

Whats the big one? The greatest question there is. The one you have asked yourself many times, but cannot find an answer.
Is it personal? Or is it one for all of human kind?
Is it complicated, or simple? Maybe it is as simple as ‘why?’ or ‘why not?’
Do you feel it even has an answer? Or maybe more than one?
Think about it, and post your thoughts, rate others that you think are good and relevant and maybe together we can have a shot at those with the largest number of great answers.

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TexasDude's avatar

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Kayak8's avatar

I am totally with @Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard on this one! I love Lewis Carroll!

Hawaii_Jake's avatar

After wars, bombings, and shootings, I really wonder why we can’t get along. That’s my ultimate question: why can’t we all just get along?

funkdaddy's avatar

All time: What’s the right thing to do with your life and the unique blend of skills, circumstance, and experience you live in?

This week: What are my goals for 2011?

Fluther: Hard to beat the immortal frizzer

ninjacolin's avatar

What should I become?

Zyx's avatar

Where is the exit?

chyna's avatar

Is there someone out there?

downtide's avatar

I don’t know what the question is but the answer is 42.

What is six times nine? Yes that’s it. I always knew there was something fundamentally wrong with the universe.

:-D

Cruiser's avatar

Is a penny for your thoughts really a good deal?

janedelila's avatar

What have I become? my sweetest friend

Simone_De_Beauvoir's avatar

Why are people so weak?

MissAnthrope's avatar

Are you there, God? It’s me, Margaret.

bob_'s avatar

@Cruiser Ever notice how it’s a penny for your thoughts, yet you put in your two-cents? Someone is making a penny on the deal!

SavoirFaire's avatar

“There is only one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide.”
—Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

The suicide question might seem easy to answer in isolation, but that’s not all there is to Camus’ problem. Because in not killing ourselves, we now face another choice about life, the value of life, and how we will live.

And in the end, all other questions are subsumed by these.

AmWiser's avatar

Truly, truthfully, what is the truth?

incendiary_dan's avatar

Well, since @Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard took one of the best literary references, I’ll try a serious one.

Is the world a better place for my having lived? Specifically, is the physical ecosystem stronger for it?

shego's avatar

What’s the meaning of my existence?

ucme's avatar

Who Killed Bambi!?! You know who you are, you viscious bastard!! .......Not pointing the finger of suspicion at the fiddle variety. Just to clear up any potential miscarriage of justice there.

iphigeneia's avatar

Who am I?

Oh you guys can’t even imagine how much that question makes me want to belt out “2–4-6–0-1!”

Arbornaut's avatar

So why is a raven like a writing desk?

SavoirFaire's avatar

@Arbornaut “Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front!”

Alternatively:

Because Poe wrote on both.
Because they both come with inky quills.
Because you cannot ride either one of them like a bicycle.

Arbornaut's avatar

@SavoirFaire Fantastic, thanks for clearing that one up.
Search for answers, I will no more.

funkdaddy's avatar

@Arbornautmight be more helpful if you’re wondering where the question came from

bunnygrl's avatar

Why are we here? what’s it all for? It seems to me that we’re put here to suffer. Everyone, no matter what path their lives take, tends to experience similar things. Falling in/out of love, having your heart broken (or if you’re very lucky, not), people you trust letting you down, or turning out to be different than you thought, becoming disillusioned because the world doesn’t quite work the way you imagined (in my case, that it isn’t made from sugar canes and candy floss). My Dad told me once that there had to be a heaven “because we’re livin’ in hell, hen.” I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but I think I do now. My Dad wasn’t a down person at all. He lit a room by being in it, but… well… essentially we travel through life, and even if we are incredibly lucky in all sorts of ways, we all lose people we love as we go and that kind of pain doesn’t ever heal. It punches a whole that remains and we just have to learn to live with it. That’s hell. So, why are we here? What’s the point of it all? Anyone any ideas?

SundayKittens's avatar

What’s the #$%ing deal, man.

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