A Book of Answers

Someone told me I should write a book of questions -
I guess it seems I have a lot of them -
Questions, however, exist to perplex,
So I - alternatively - wish that I could write a book of answers.
This book would be the new fountain of youth -
What all have been waiting for - searching for.
But I do not aspire to greatness.
Rather, truth.
Yes.
And maybe that fact - that simple word -
Is the reason for all of my endeavors -
The reason I argue hour upon hour,
Praying that I exposed it.
The artifact deliberately unearthed,
Brushed and prodded,
Studied and archived,
If I reveal - discover - one single truth in my moment,
It will not have been a wasted moment -
I will not have wasted a moment
Searching for that invaluable artifact -
My legacy -
My contribution.
But it's not about me.
Rather, truth.
I regress.