A way of not knowing
What if I stop desiring to know? What if I stop desiring for it to make sense? ?What if all that’s left is mystery, darkness, ignorance? If nothing has any meaning, where can I take hold? Can I let go even of this?
What is left?
I create what I experience, and therefore the life I have is shaped, through the prism of belief and expectation. I break unity into an almost infinite number of shards…