Back Where I Started?
I do not have an answer to everything. When I was born I did not know anything. Many of us tabla rosa types start out by examining the other end of things, our toes.
Since everything seemed fino fino you could not talk me out of anything new. But if you had warned me that I would be promptly hung up my bare arse in grande dishabille, spanked to help me breathe, that I would get cold, hungry, and pay taxes, I would not agree to any of it.
So it will be or is now all over again. I hang onto this life resisting change in a world of changes, doubtful of eternity where time is always in the present.
I learned, I studied, I reasoned answers to quite a few questions, but in the end I was stuck with even more questions than I started. All I learned was that I was even more ignorant than I thought.
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| Everyone has a different orbit |
So what do I do now? I cannot prove anything, except that is, proof to my own satisfaction just like everyone else their proofs from their orbits.
I believe we all will get just what we believed, if it was strong enough, not just a weakish agreement with someone else. I wonder how come life is so short in view of the fact that we are such a long time gone, gone out of mind, far across the Sea of Lethe?
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