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2d
Groundlessness is not to be tamed.
Certainty is not an achievement.
A tension deeply ill-famed.
Its presence a call for bereavement.

pondering my future is bootless.
No more thought shall spring actions.
Ten thousand words are fruitless.
The mind fragmented into factions.

The milk of uncertainty is thought.
Only stillness discloses the true.
Creativity cannot be taught.
From chaos it shall brew.

Groundlessness cannot be tamed.
Nor shalI I try to resist.
Let this tension be named.
And on my life shall persist.
Do not let groundlessness be an obstacle, nor let indecision be a reason to become firm. Firmness is not a virtue - the flexible stick survives the heaviness of the snow. Uneasiness about the future, relationships, commitments, is a consequence of being human - do not ignore it, do not try to think your way to certainty; experiment, create, and observe it all. No human has thought her way to certainty; "2 + 2 = 4" - yes, but the more I think about what it "means", the less certain I am. Vagueness and certainty hold hands, and this is the way it must be - let vagueness be the mist that allows us rodents to avoid the predating owl of thought, lust for certainty, and obsession with deliberation.
Written by
Kyle
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