Four hundred years ago...
There were many questions that one would ask themselves. Is it time to go home from work or school yet. Why did I have to try the spicy dishes? What is the point of my life? Eternally asking questions was to be human, and beyond mundane ones there were a few big ones that no one could truly answer. What is my place in the world? What reason do we exist? Why is that no one knows what happens to us after we die? What was the point?
Why do we ask ourselves questions in the first place?