No matter how hard I try, I will never know it all.  I don't want to be naive or ignorant.  But I always will be to a degree.  The world is to big, there are to many people and cultures.  To much history and knowledge.  Then I look at the sky and realize this is just a spec of dust floating in infinity.  It's almost dizzying.  Although I am aware of this I will never give up trying to understand.  Approaching every one and everything with an open compassionate mind willing to understand and learn a new perspective.  Maybe if I do this I will be more perceptive and aware for the next moment.  Shutting down, closing up, hating what is different is living a life of denial.  Thinking I know better or more and fighting is pointless.  The only thing that brings meaning and purpose in this eternity is will.  The will to do.  The will to be.  The will to develop and understand.  To evolve and grow.  Awareness of the will.  And willing to be aware.  To see that there is no nothing, only a never ending sequence of events.  Choices to be made.  These choices create our world, and define our path.  These choices create meaning and purpose.  These choices are Why.  Why we must try.