When it comes down to it, we don’t know anything, and that’s what causes all of life’s problems and fears.  It’s the irony of it all.  What’s more, if one takes the time to really think about oneself, one may realize that one doesn’t know oneself.  Or, it may be, that after taking that time one may not want to know oneself.

So what does one do?  One may become two, and then two may try to know each other, but how can that succeed if one does not know or want to know oneself?  And then two may become three, and so on, and then what happens?  Disaster (if you turn on the news).

As for me, all I know is that I know nothing, and that’s hard to process.  I also know that I don’t want to know because the truth is that it’s a scary proposition to know.

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