Run Kerry, run

"Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going? How do we know what we think we know? Why do we believe anything at all?". Countless questions in search of an answer... an answer that will give rise to a new question... and the next answer will give rise to the next question and so on. But, in the end, isn't it always the same question? And always the same answer?

Late two egg omelette for lunch at the Cowshed. Tomato soup for dinner in Earlston. What more could I ask for?