Not Knowing 2
How much easier, nicer not to know stuff.
With virtues of hindsight, come sighs of relief;
but best not to know the nasty, hurtful things atall:
that way it may seem as if they didn’t happen. Won’t.
The Whatifs and Mighthaves
deleted in advance - and absentia.
A joke ofcourse - so better not risk
the speculation.
Fait accomplis are one way out!
Jump the gun. Preempt.
Otherways, pray like mad
making virtue out of necessity,
living by the grace of jolly platitudes.
But when the fates do befall:
Oh, whata horrible shock, my dear!
How dreadful. How unlucky - unfair.
Mope, misery-mope.
Knowledge is a pain, a burden surely.
But also a treasure, trust, privilege,
a precious gift.
A pledge, promise and imperative.
Ah, woe is us! People cry.
How could we know? No-one told us! We didn’t realize.
Yet, something already did.
Call it innate, call it intuit, call it faith
or commonest sense.
No need for premonitions, fear-mongering and guesswork.
To know anything means being aware - of the self and not-self -
in a consciousness universe.
Isn’t that a good enough start?
May