the “w h ys”

and I wonder... there must be a reason
... why the sky is blue
... why the see is deep and the mountains high
... why the "world's a stage, and we are merely actors"
... why we are so small and so great, so fragile and so strong at the same time
... why the silence can be so deafening sometimes
... why we can be so easily blind and mute and deaf at the others' needs
... why we preech one thing, but practice the opposite
... why "one man's trash is another man's treasure"
... why little childrean are innocent