Enmeshed

  Part of the creed of the prodigal, is to refuse instruction at every level. Most prodigals start off as I did, as just wise guys and punks. Over time we become enmeshed fully into our wayward ways. When they say sit down I stood up, is more then just a silly lick in a song, it is the way of the prodigal. We always look first to challenge, always to non compliance. The way we choose is never upon the charted course, but we would rather a road not known to us. It is that way with us.
  I have been reminded again about the puzzling nature of my writing, and again, it gave me pause. And I remembered way back at the start of all of this, that a childhood friend asked me, Ed, why do you use so many question marks? I answered him and said, I don't know, maybe I just have a lot of questions? But now that another close to me has brought it up, albeit in a different way, again, I was left to consider it. Hers was more of a statement when she said to me, Ed, I have begun to adopt a lot of your questioning style in my own writing. And I thought to myself, Huh, I do have a style!
  Writing is extremely personal, but for me, I ask questions for only a couple of reasons. I use one when I make a statement of which I myself am not sure, and two, because I want my reader to question it, in that sense, I would suppose that I use it as a challenge to not only have them agree with the logic of it, but to know why they agree. And then there is the last one, probably the most important of the three? I will set a question mark at the end of a sentence as a kind of beacon, one that will challenge not only my reader to consider the thought closely, but I mean these as a challenge to us all, including myself.