An old, old piece.
The lies we get for free can cost us everything; Seems those who can’t command a stage still judge how others sing; We know the line is thin between exciting times and trauma; And long to lead us peaceful lives we then fill up with drama
There’s mystery across the sky, And secrets ‘long the way: But those who say don’t know, And those who know don’t say. The paradox is everywhere, The riddle’s in our blood: That those upon the lowest ground Are safest from the flood. You’re searching for a someday kiss, Your soul can hear a song, But … Continue reading "Those Who Know"
We dwell on much that can never know; Like how much easier some lives must be — Although, some would be harder, we’ll admit, We do not really use that Symmetry
Zeno of Elea.
A follow-up thought.
The first of two related questions...
Aging moves different things different ways.
Self-knowledge and self-approval frequently come into conflict...