Questions

I woke up to a thick mist covering Fisterre. And as the morning wore on it just got thicker and thicker. How symbolic, for the last day on my camino. I came on the camino for clarity and this the last day is filled with a deep mist (could not see past 3 feet). The bus rolled out of Fisterre on it´s way back to Santiago and I thought of the delicate dance between questions and answers. I have always felt that in my searching I was looking for answers, completely forgetting about the other half of the equation - the questions one asks to get to these answers. The wrong questions gets the wrong answer. In computers we call that garbage in - garbage out. So I thought about questions... are there really wrong questions? Perhaps there are just less precise questions. Questions that will lead us to a more precise answer. Am I asking myself enough questions? Then I realized that I should not be looking for answers but instead I should be looking for the questions. For in asking the right questions I can find all the answers inside of me. But the real key here is the willingness to ask and ask and ask some more until I get to the truth that exists within me. I realized that I often did not ask enough questions. Questions are the treasure map to my truth. Ironically as the mist lifted I realized that I had not come on this camino to find answers but instead I came the clarity of the questions for the answersthat all that i seek existed within me before i even walked one step of the Camino. Touche´