There was an old man who used to sit by the ocean, one day...pondering all the big heavy questions...(Who am I? Who is God? What am doing here...etc. etc. etc.) he finally wrote in the sand with his finger....
WHY ?
A kid got loose from his mother's hand and ran to see what the old man had written in the sand...He sat next to him and read it with a breezy awareness.
He too, pondered the question for a second then he scribbled with his little finger...
BECAUSE :
and happily skittered away singing ...
: - )
