What is the life of inquiry? A mere hobby? Or some culmination of an evolved application of sense? Base musings and actions can satisfy when our animal needs have our foremost attention. But when the belly is full, and all appetites tamed, and we look yet upon the moon with wonder. Where then will we discover succor? What purchase, consumption or conquest can answer such ephemeral inquiry? Leave off you companions now. Put down your books. Walk a ways and then stop. Look again at the moon. And consider.