The Fractal of Unanswerable Questions

An exploration of the nature of inquiry and the mysteries of existence.

“In the beginning” {Gen. 1:1}—when the will of the King began to take effect, he engraved signs into the heavenly sphere {that surrounded him}. Within the most hidden recess a dark flame issued from the mystery of eyn sof, the Infinite, like a fog forming in the unformed—enclosed in the ring of that sphere, neither white nor black, neither red nor green, of no color whatever. Only after this flame began to assume size and dimension did it produce radiant colors. From the innermost center of the flame sprang forth a well out of which colors issued and spread upon everything beneath, hidden in the mysterious hiddenness of eyn sof.
—Zohar: The Book of Splendor

Questions are female, and answers are male. A question lures with her wiles, and an answer comes strutting up with all his plumage—his turgid surety. Eventually, she opens her legs. The coital dance produces more questions and answers.

One day, three seductresses—Origin, Purpose, and Destiny—beckoned from their perches.

Where do we come from?
Why are we here?
How are we to live before we die?

Two brothers, Theis and Atheis, each with his plumage, vied for the seductresses. Three was enough for the brothers, and the brothers were enough for the three.

Origin bore two males, Higher Power and Indifferent Universe.
Purpose bore two males, Creator’s Plan and Cosmic Randomness.
Destiny bore two males, God’s Law and Nature’s Law.

The six males came to age and found six females, all favored by Ishtar.

What caused this Higher Power to exist?
Has this Creator with plans created us to deviate from his plans?
Is God’s Law good because it is God’s or because it is good? 

If humans are part of the indifferent universe, then why are we not indifferent?
If our lives are random, then how is it possible to create our own meaning?
What patterns of nature should we respect in our dealings, and which should we reject?

Questions and answers beget questions and answers.

The practice of coital inquiry goes on without end, and we bask in the mystery. A Fractal of Unanswerable Questions unfolds around us ceaselessly—both as lines and loops—with curiosity and certainty dancing, always dancing.

Such gives rise to neither rigid order nor chaotic disorder. Ordered chaos yields structure and, fleetingly perhaps, the contours of truth.

Yet just enough mystery remains.