Saturday, October 23, 2021


         I realize, more and more, how much I don’t know – how often I say to Delycia, and to myself, ‘I don’t know’. I used to think I knew a lot, but more and more I see that the knowledge I thought I had was as insubstantial as mist, and the closer I looked, the more swiftly it disappeared. Now, at age 79, I say ‘I don’t know’ to myself many times each day. I don’t know why this thought just came to me. I don’t know why I’m right here, right now, at this time and place in this year in this century. I don’t know where what I call ‘me’ begins and where it ends. I don’t know where the present moment starts and where it finishes.

         But actually, I do know something. I do know that life is a total mystery, and I do know that this mystery is something to be appreciated and embraced, not  run from.  I do know that every single moment is infinite, since it has no beginning and no ending, and I do know that all boundaries and limitations are illusions formed by the mind, and that reality is a boundless and blended mystery.   

         I love both my don’t knows and my do knows. I consider myself lucky to have both.  

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