Gravity
It is a privilege to learn something and a responsibility to know it. Knowing comes with weight over time a gravitas of substance that is held in the field like lovely stone sure solid present Maybe that’s why it’s called the cloud of UNknowing. Unknowing floats. It’s beautiful too as it murmurs into and out of shape mysteriously aloft in liminal space ‘midst pulls of gravity. Not yet knowledge unknowing is held in silent trust not yet able to be shared and still without heft. Not knowing insubstantiates itself, until, it knows. Then with speed and certainty knowing drops to earth, plants itself in a body of wisdom is held gently mute until it’s time to share it with those privileged to learn. originally written April 12, 2015
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