What is the unknown?
Is the unknown a descriptor of the unattained knowledge that awaits its discovery?
Or, is it the dog’s tail that in stillness, never runs away.
Could it then be that the unattainable never was anywhere else, it was never without, it always was, here:: within.
Can you believe it, or is it too wild? Too scary maybe? A telltale of your idiotness…
Excuse the wording but we often see the dog chasing its tail as an idiot.
That idiot is me… and I surrender.
When we first are born, we are associated with a lot of different things. We set ourselves apart from others unintentionally, we become characters in the eyes of others.
It’s our natural discernment that automatically uses pattern recognition to forecast objects in its surroundings. And, we are immediately recognised by others as having behavioural patterns.
So, we perhaps develop a curiosity to have a say in the pattern recognition, and we reach for mastery.
And by this reaching of the head, we start chasing, knowledge:: which only ever was our tail.
Idiots at best, idiots having fun.