He lives on questions; he howls them to the sky. Who? Who am I? Who made me?
When that fails, What? What am I?
And then, How? How did I come to be? How can I grow, or change, or live at all in this strange world in which I am a stranger?
After that, Where? Where did I come from? Where can I go? Where is my place?
Next, When? When did it start? And when will it be over?
And finally, the one with a thousand answers, the one that can never be answered at all, Why?