A way of not knowing

A crab on the beach, author’s own picture

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…

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