I just don't really know...
That's about right. I have no clue what's going on. It's been that way pretty much since the beginning. Probably will be that way til the end.
I have had a few flashes of insight, just little flashes in the pan. Those flashes have no staying power. They look illusory with a bit of distance. I've often singed myself by getting too close to the flame. Just when I think I have a handle on things, I lose my grip, or fly off the handle.
Watch the harpoons. They usually come from close range. Unexpected. Strike deep. And you probably won't know why. Van the Man tells us: "there ain't no why, it just is.."
It pays to be humble. To figure you know nothing. Back to Zero... 0... maybe that really is the secret touchstone, the Holy Grail. It's hard to grip. You can't grip it. You can't hold onto anything.
That's a bit of hard-won wisdom there. This morning, feeling pretty sketchy. Listening to Mercury Rev's "Deserter's Songs." An odd duck of a record. Sounds like a movie-soundtrack from an unmade movie from long-ago. Out of time. Out of range.
Perfect for this morning of dislocation.