The River
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean
over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you,
you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
A.A. Milne in Winnie The Pooh
Or rather, it’s just not important to know everything all in one moment, only to be there and to live …
I try to hold too many things in my head at once … past things, future things, things that probably never happened or probably never will. What I should do about those things compared to what I’d like to do about them. How I might manage the way I feel about something. Why someone acted the way they did.
Meanwhile, the river slips slowly away unseen beneath me, and I know nothing.
Muchness 