Why I'm Not a Scientist

The tiger shark is a fascinating species. They're most famous for their capacity and affinity to digesting anything they come upon. Dissected grown tiger sharks have been recorded to contain a plethora of flotsam and jetsam, including license plates. Their peculiar diet is evident before they are even born. The sharks hatch out of their eggs while still inside their mother. The first shark guppy born then commences to devour all of its unborn brothers and sisters, for important nutrients as well as narrowed competition. Many laymen would affiliate this behavior with that old adage, "survival of the fittest." The question I've always wanted to ask was this: Why survive?
There's a shocking number of unanswered questions in this world. Things that can't be totally proved or things that have remained unearthed for centuries, mined for by countless generations of every recorded people, race, and nation. Some people are bothered by these anomalies. These are the same people, who if we told them to NOT eat another cookie, threatening "or else," They'd gobble it up in three bites, if only to discover what the "else" was.
They have many names, but we all know what they really are: Scientists. These people must prod and poke at every aspect of life natural and synthetic to know the impossibility looming over us and breathing down our necks: HOW.
Discovery is important. It is in the human psyche. We are sentient beings, driven by our rush for knowledge. This is not an argument in opposition of that belief, but a mere personal corollary: Humans need mystery.
The whole world is a mystery. Scientists may be able to explain how the trees grew, or even how they evolved into trees, or how birds evolved to sit in them. Yes, scientists are very involved with how, but so rarely do they answer the inevitable question of
why. No number of tests and educated guesses could ever really answer this question, which worms through our innards like tiger shark guppies, devouring all other questions that could compete in our subconscious.
This question calls to a particular type of person. They have significantly fewer names than all the titles scientists can claim. In fact, most of them prefer the one and simple that they wear with pride: Writer. These are the people who if we asked the average life expectancy of a frog, they'd likely answer in the most unlikely way possible.
These two Peoples are very similar, actually. In fact, the only difference at all is which unstoppable force they'll adhere to: How or Why?

I am a writer. I am Voyager, Discoverer, Explorer. I am learning, and hope that you can, too. I will share my discoveries, allow you all to read my travel logue as I seek out my secret treasure maps, unearthed, carefully used and well-treated by early craftsmen, then reburied for the discovery of later artists to use with equally great care, to also find this deep treasure of writing, the answers to the squirming Why inside of us.