Hear, hear, Joe! Until we have the right questions we will never get or understand the right answers.

Through the years I could see my life blown by the wind
Soaring high and then dashed to the ground
Finally I wondered just how much I'd squandered
Having every wind that blows toss me around
A good man's not always right, nor the bad one always wrong
Things are not always not black or white
As I'd thought my whole life long
Instead of haste I've learned patience
And deep gratitude for questions
The answers can wait. That, at last, I have found