The question it self

I pondered about the question for our existence while on the way to somewhere. It's always loved the calm bus ride with its steady engine hum that gives me inspiration. It's particular impression of being moved from a place to another while not making any effort myself is especially simulating to some part of my brain.

So what if we are created to answer the question itself. What must it be like to know everything, including your death and birth. To know all and be so bored. Maybe we are god's entertainment and reason to exist.