Why?
(P.s.: read simply, slowly or not at all)
The most impossible question in the world. What is a question? Why ask it? Why Philosophy? Why Religions and non-religions? Why ways of thought and ways of Being? Why the Way?
This goes to a bigger why.

Why do we have the urge to grow, to develop to express? Forget procreation, Darwin and all that old tat just for a moment with me. Just bear with me, you can walk away afterwards.
For example, this morning I was thinking around an esoteric matter of the state of Creation, how it is that things are not finished, how not finished has a specialness that finished has differently - it's stable, it's there, it does not go away suddenly. I do this often, think about things like this. (Why?) Some people apparently don't. I don't know. But not finished...

I was thinking about the fact that we are not finished, that even when and if Sir Stephen Hawkins or someone else "explains it all" in esoteric mathematics or outrageously metaphysical ideas, mind bending subatomic Zen Koans, we will not just stop, procreate, create the illusion of wealth out of the wealth that is already there but being diminished continuously by human ideas of wealth, products, profits, etcetera and live pointlessly without arts and expressions.

True wealth to (I trust) the majority reading this is: To Have A Life. What is that? Why exist?

Along these lines I was thinking, not for the first time, but something is updating this area of living psyche-gnostic-being within me this morning, I was in receipt of a download from the great micro-soft in the sky, whatever you want to call the point of all issue. I set my psyche, complex and Being to automatic updates a very long time ago, and so this happens a lot. I am certain I am not the only one. I did train, however, in these matters, for which training and toolmaking ability I am more grateful than for Life itself, because life before was just whatever this soul fell into 61-62 years ago..

So then this process unravelled a further understanding or gnosis, for so far I have been politely calling it thought, but thought is a product of a process, and I was in the process while that machine in my head chattered it's ticker-tape literal translations into what I call thought. There was a moment, immeasurable, not finite, not measurable, can you get that? I am not being impolite, but helping the challenge within the reader or listener to the terrible familiarity that robs us of that which is self-evident and fills us with attitudes, opinions and all their by-products, like dissent, hostile as opposed to creative difference, hostility at rest within and hostility in action without, right unto the taking of life... for what?

This further gnosis is as follows... I assume that the Great Something that existed pre-creation, just a moment before, and yet in an always state, out of time as it is, so now still ongoing (for every now contains the "original" now otherwise we would be dead matter) I assume that it was in one sense perfect and complete unto itself - sorry I have to use pronouns and imagery, but what else can I do? I don't do higher mathematics. So if it "was" "is" perfect, why bother with all this existence stuff? Why a structured reality of, lets face it, 1 to 2 thus not alone, 2 requiring 3 to prevent re-absorption or explosion into1 again, then 3 being effective in that the 1 is not directly exposed to its "opposite, 2, and not constantly re-unified, or if it is, for all of this has to exclude such ideas as manifestation, i.e. Time and Space, why continue from that perfect extension-state into 4, which is manifestation in my "Bible" of 1 to 9? Why a Ray of Creation with 7 levels and two gyroscopic pivots to allow transformation, I imagine?

Why did it just not remain an infinite infinity of infinity with no other existence? Perfect? without need or desire.

I have thought of mechanistic reasons for years, but can it truly be that The Ultimate perfect Source of existence needed (needs) mates?