"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

A raven is a big black bird that crows and makes all sort of ruckus, steals grain and eats crops, watches lazily from the tops of poles and power lines; they are filthy, dirty birds and are often associated with dark and evil things. The crowing of a raven could be said to be a bad omen. A writing desk is often made of wood and is a place were one does sit with paper and pencils and ink and envelopes and all sorts of other bits of odds and ends and writes. They may write a letter, or a poem, or a book, a list of things to do; any sort of writing will do. So why is a raven like a writing desk? Well I suppose there could be any number of ways in which they resemble one  another. Perhaps your writing desk is black like a raven, or warn smooth form years of use and soft as the feathers of a raven. Perhaps it is a place were you sit and plot mischievous deeds, like a raven on a lamppost, or perhaps your desk is old and so when you lean down upon it it makes a loud creaking as shrill as a raven's cry. Really I suppose the answer is up to you.But then again, the answer is really not all that important after all. What really matters is that you took the time to ask the question. I suppose that's the really important part of life. Taking the time to ask the questions. And I don't just mean the simple ones like what times is or what shall I have for dinner, or where did a put my other sock. I mean the ones the really matter, the ones like, what can I do to help, are you ok, did I do my best, what is that, and what does that mean. And we mustn't forget the why's. We must never stop asking the questions, even, and especially, when we don't like the answers. So don't ever stop asking, because the moment we stop wondering about things and stop asking is the moment we stop growing, and the moment we stop growing is the moment we start shriveling and, well, there is really is no easy way to put it, but if you shrivel up, you'll die.