Night before last I had a thought falling asleep. What was it? One that, like the last time, I thought I would record here or elsewhere, but have lost again.


This unknowingness of the conscious mind is unbearable. Is the unknown distinguishable from nothingness? Does nothingness exist or is it only the unknown?


The vast ocean of unknowingness in which we drift keeps us from the amnion that is the edge of things, but let's not forget it's also the fountain from which we spring.

How did something come about from nothing? I guess that's the question.

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