there is the known
and the unknown

and the unknown unknown
how to even wrap the mind around that?

with humor and lightness
i try

and begin pondering
what i do not know

the time, the place and cause of my death?

why consciousness exists?

what caused the universe and life to be?

how much I can trust my senses?

how much I can trust my memories?

the realms outside the spectrum of my senses?

why I perceive the world in a dualistic way?

why life unfolds to the mind as a continual string of now-ness?

the reason for the uniqueness of everything -
be it matter or this moment, nothing is ever quite the same?

well, that’s just a wee fraction
of the known unknown …

how does it live within?

Welcome! Welcome to the Great Mystery!