Tonight, as our entire family lay on the hammock, tired from a walk around the field through long grass, looking up into the twilight at bats moving silently between the stars, my oldest sat up to ask a question:
"Daddy, do bats know what kind of animal they are? Do they know that they are bats?"
It caused me to lay back in peace, and smile. It also reminded me what I needed to do for the rest of the evening. And so later on, after putting the girls to bed, I pulled down a red book from the shelf I've been meaning to return to lately, and opened to "The Question Concerning Technology," where I was greeted with these words:
"In what follows we shall be questioning concerning technology. Questioning builds a way."
I'd like to know the answer, too.