Questions are most always a beautiful place to start, and end up.
A woman once walked into the photography shop of a Rabbi. Seeing all the beautiful works of art around her and having no understanding of how rabbinical she was about to become, she asked a question. She said, “Rabbi these photos are beautiful which one is your favorite?”
The Rabbi replied like any good rabbi would, with a question. He said to the woman, “Are you married?”
She thought this was odd but replied, “I am, why?”
Had she not said why, the Rabbi probably would have said, very nice and let her be on her way. But since she posed her response as a question, the Rabbi continued.
“Do you have any children?”
The woman replied, “Three, why?”
To this the Rabbi offered, “Which is your favorite?”
What are your questions? What if we stopped trying to tell people something, and instead we started asking questions?