Answer from Heaven

If you could ask a question you've never had an answer to your whole life, what would it be? What kind of question? Would you ask about the world around you? Or about the circumstances of your own life? For the first week of this cold month, no answer came. But before the first week was over, an echo of unintelligible words would occasionally be heard. I realised it wasn't just the sound of the wind or some cries from a distance. And then came the first answer. My conversation with 'it' began on Wednesday, and here begins the answer to my first question. I'm not sure who it is, and I don't know its name. I can only speak of or refer to it as someone without a name. The one who has no name.