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.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Oh Vodka – thou art so kind to me! Why do I spurn thy embrace For that of Whiskey?
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