It is oddly liberating when you know how little you really know. And that you can’t even begin to measure the magnitude of your ignorance.
The universe is a composite of finite knowledge. We uncover a few jagged slivers and without any context, without the connectors to infinity, we presume an understanding, begging for a validation of our own presence.
No wonder then, that we seek comfort in believing that someone, somewhere knows everything, and can fix everything we break, or think we have broken.
If that’s true, then those things were meant to be broken, meant to look like they need to be fixed.
I imagine poems Marcus, already written. Invisible. And we peel back words, in random, haphazard order, trying to elicit a meaning, any meaning, fill in the blanks, punctuate wildly, hoping that to someone, somewhere that one poem has already made complete sense.
And the words behind the words?
on the chequerboard
of sunshine and shade
the squirrel is pawn, is king
Phantom Road 
Love this.
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Thanks so much. Much appreciated.
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Woah. So true.
We need that hope, you know? The hope that someplace, somewhere there’s a force that knows what to do, and whatever that happens is going to be for good.
If that makes sense 😛
Amazing write!
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There’s comfort in it, no doubt. Thanks so much for stopping by. Much appreciated.
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The idea of completeness has been entertained for long by mathematicians, priests and their devotees. Godel in 1931 shattered the mathematician’s complacence with his theorems on incompleteness. Priests persist, evidence never being a hurdle 🙂
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Faith fills in the gaps that evidence can’t… I think.
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True. The gaps, they be many.
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Faith has a firm sustainability model… there’s enough reality to fuel its engine forever…I think.
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Well put. Forever being the keyword.
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