I did know that there was someone named Milan Kundera. But never knew he could get this close to describing my perennial question and nearly answering it as well...

If it is not possible to change this world which does not deserve love, then what is left to us? Not to allow to be cheated. To see and to know. To know how to see.

How can I forget Feynman...

You see, one thing is, I can live with doubt and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it's much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I'm not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here, and what the question might mean.