There are some Toronto questions that appear unanswerable. They appear designed for frustrating contemplation rather than any real-world application. Kind of like the “sound of one hand clapping” in Zen meditation.
For instance, the question ”When will the Eglinton Crosstown open?” is a puzzle that has stumped the experts working on it for years, and one that the provincial government has dictated no one in charge should even publicly guess at the answer to. The Crosstown is in a perpetual state of becoming. Anticipating its conclusion is no path to enlightenment.
