Sometimes, "I don't know, " is just Fine...

Folk #1: What is the meaning of all of this shite? You may think that a simple, clear declaration: "I don't know," might be a retreat, an abdication, a giving up, a turning away, a hiding inside the cloud of unknowing, and well, maybe so. So be it. At the same time, to say those words feels like a liberation, a relief, a little burst of joy, a way forward, a ripple of humility, an acknowledgement of the fundamental reality of the mysteries we swim in. Not having an opinion, or making a guess? Maybe that is just a disciplined mind? I mean, I know, that the human world we've constructed seems totally fucked up and confusing at the moment, things seem to be careening out of control, but I am ok with not having any answers about what that means, or why that is the case. Maybe there is no explanation, at least no good one, you know, maybe it's just all too much. Searching for meaning and answers in the shite?  What is the point? What is happening & why? Who knows?! Maybe the asking is a fool's game? No reason to think that one simple human being needs to have all, or any, of the answers at the ready. And, you know, often these simple "explanations," guesses, opinions are just muddying the waters. Not enlightening at all. So, yeah, living with "I don't know," right now, seems just fine. Pitch-Perfect. It's ok to just sit back and observe. As Dylan sings, "Watching the river flow..." Living with the "I don't know," the simple ambiguity of a life, is fine. It is fascinating to watch it all unfold.  Fills one with wonder. The not knowing what to say or think, in the face all the shite, seems oh so right, and surprisingly a certain freedom bubbles up & blossoms.