I am lost, and you are, too. If you don't know that you are lost, then I am a little less lost than you, for at least I know that I do not know where I am, whereas you persist in striding confidentlyfrom you-know-not-where into you-know-not-what.
It is only when we recognize our essential lostness that we come to see that much finding is shamming, most security is trickery, for there is no shame in not knowing, only shame in falsity.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
THIS is a day upon which so much depends. Bets, having been placed, will ride. Alea iacta est.
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