Answers are everywhere. They're all wrong, and they're all right. If you don't want to just pick one, go searching until you find yourself - your own existence is an answer by itself. It'll be the simplest and hardest thing there is.
 
A local wise man once met a strange one on the road,
And thought he was an idiot.
And the strange wise man,
Thought the same of him.
Both of them are right,
They're both idiots.
Both of them are wrong,
They're both wise.
 
You don't hold the one true key to existence,
Everybody has one.
Accept it.
 
In the dim lighting of human existence, the one-eyed man is king.
 
You exist. Once you have fully embraced this, everything else can fall where it may.
 
It's the easiest thing to demonize what you think is wrong, to attach a devil-tag to it and be done with it. It's not wrong, either.
Just not right for me. I have to see the right in what is wrong, even if I disagree with it, fully and completely. I will be the calm little center of the world.
My world, anyway. The rest can handle themselves.