A collection of short stories that are unrelated

A man, old with a long silvery white beard, meandered along a dirt brown rocky road surrounded by green grass and a seasonal bazaar. Multiple colored tents were set up with small triangular flags of red, yellow, and white decorating the glassy field. Under the clear blue sky, the birds and the occasional clouds looked fantastic. People talked, children played, and shopkeepers sold. The older man had seen all this before, repeatedly in his lifetime. He was going to go to the bazaar. He wanted to find the answer to find the answers. The answers to the universe. That's why he left his family and never started his own. He wanted knowledge, truth, and answers to and about the universe. He will not stop till he finds them. He walked through the bazaar looking at different families with different backgrounds who were enjoying with merriment. Then he saw a man. A bald, as old as him sitting on a stack of boxes, eyes as wise as time and an aura emanating from him of knowledge and power. The man had been looking for this bald one. He approached him. "Welcome," the bald one said, "I have been waiting for you for years now. These texts move from place to place seasonally to celebrate different times of the years. Some do it for tradition and some for respect and interest." "Amazing," the white beard responded. "Now tell me, what is it that you seek?" "The answer. The answer of the universe and everything in it and beyond." "That's impossible. I had a friend who attempted to do the same. He used to send letters to me. One day, never again. Never again." The old man paused, then continued. "He either didn't survive the encounter whatever came, or the answers were too great for him to not come by or send letters again. If you're ready for the answers for the universe, I cannot stop who." The man with the silvery white beard then up and left for the east. That was the last anyone saw of the man, Whether he got what he got what was searching for or got lost in the process, we will never know for sure.