Majical Cloudz – Turns Turns Turns
I hear one thing: “I know.”
I hear one thing: “I know.”
I hear one thing: “I know.”
The thing is: “I don’t know. I have never known. I have pretended to know, grasped at the fingertips of women and men who I thought knew, cried and begged for knowing, adopted the crushed posturing of somebody who knows. I have told people what to know, how to know, what it is to know. Angrily, I pointed fingers and shouted aphorisms in the name of Knowing. I believed Knowing was Power. Then, I believed Knowing was Peace. Neither held clean after the dishwashing. In the villages, I lusted for people to watch me stroll about my business. They would be hushed, wary. Whispering amongst themselves, ‘The Man Who Knows was known to walk these chalky paths.’ I have wished, dearly wished, to know, but all I know is the more I have known, or thought to have known, the less I have known in truth and the more confused I have become. Forever turning, never still.”