Armed with this new understanding, man may attempt to surmount other eternal questions.

Why? Charles

When? Just now.

Where? Over there.

How? Easily.

Who? Charles.

 

Who is Charles?

The final inquiry. The culmination of human endeavor.

The peering through the last keyhole into the terminal dining room in the fifth and final house on the most elegantly appointed street.

The room in which the final course is being served in the waning moments of Mans woefully brief existence.

 

Who is Charles?

Voices from the dining room, speaking quickly and urgently over the tinkling of silverware and heirloom china.

Finally the cries of a squinting sailor with a mouthful of greens, I am what I am.

The identity operator, A=A. The ultimate question and its obvious anwer.