I wonder how my consciousness (self-awareness) came about.
I wonder why, among the billions now living, now dead, and yet to be born, this body of mine has been singled out to have the consciousness I experience? Had a different sperm of my father impregnated the same egg of my mother from which I developed would I, or some other person, have my selfawareness?
I wonder whether my consciousness is a one-time event occasioned by an infinitesimal chance never to be replicated, or is it repeated with some regularity with no carry-over memories.
I wonder, as does all of mankind, where the supposed singularity, the infinitesimally small and the infinitely hot and dense, came from that apparently inflated in the "Big Bang" into the universe we now inhabit.
I wonder not whether, but how many, planets of billions of suns in billions of galaxies in our universe are inhabited by creatures with cognitive abilities like our own and what are our similarities and dissimilarities.
I wonder why some people have faith in the supernatural and others do not, and why those who have faith and those who do not seemingly cannot intentionally transform themselves through reasoning from one fixed belief to the other. I wonder why some two thousand or more years later so many people believe, while so many do not and seemingly cannot, in the claimed perplexing revelations and miracles of a worshipped God, Son and Messenger that have not been repeated since.
I wonder why people the world over are inclined to an "us" versus "them" mindset in so many of life's endeavors.
I wonder why women's fashion models are so emaciated and dour.
I wonder why women's fashions as designed and portrayed in women's magazines are so bizarre and spoil the natural beauty of a woman's face and figure.
I wonder why we recoil at the sight of a snake or of an American flag being stuffed in a commode, and, yet, are unable to explain why we do so.
I wonder why some of us are more empathetic and altruistic than others, traits that we seemingly cannot will to ourselves.
I wonder why so many viewers want guns, blood and action on TV and gruesome deaths in cinema.
I wonder why one's attitudes about politics, religion, music, art, sports, entertainment, nature, celebrities, fashion, environment, food, drink, etc. appear to be instinctual and unalterable by reasoning.
I wonder why beheadings attracted such large crowds in the post-monarchy Reign of Terror in Paris with competition for front-row seats.