pros and cons all weighed, all weighted. the weight of the world and all the time. who has the time to fact check all the facts? one leads to another and chainletter magnitude is reached momentarily. manage, micromanage, delegate all you want, you’ll never get done. you’ll never have certainty. find a field, lay down, and die. the blessing and the curse…knowing you don’t know, can’t know, makes it worse. makes it worthless. futility abounds. and even in ignorance bliss can not be found. unless the ignorance belongs not to you but to the rest of us and the fact that we are ignorant of is you. you’ve never been thought of by anyone at anytime. your parents eyes never twinkled, hell, they never even met. or maybe their parents never met. conceiving you is impossible. that is your only shot at being really truly happy. to never exist at all to anyone ever. then and only then can you go through life with a constant smile on your pearly white grill kissing babies and singing a song of true love and picking flowers for your lover and closing your eyes when you step into the sun and the breeze blows gently on your face and your eyelids light up red and warmth and calm envelope your being and all of the troubles and thoughts you’ve never even thought about thinking about disappear and blow down the winding gravel road like puffy white dead dandelion seeds. maybe then. maybe. but even then i’d be willing to bet, that if pressed, the only thing you’d be certain of is your uncertainty.
