Archy Laura and her Daily Cup of Tea

We do not know anything. We do not even know what we are or where we are. Or perhaps what is even where and then the essence of what. For what is what. All of the knowledge is not what we think it to be, for what we think is the symbols we have forcefully created to describe what we do not know. But the illusions before us are still inscribed as symbols with no real meanings, and just the meanings we have given them. But who are we and what did the one see to give it the symbol. Did we all agree, did we all see the same thing. What are we seeing and what is sight. Am I the only one existing. Are you all concoctions in the cogs of my mind. The mind of mine? of where I know not the origin of it and where the idea that I call myself existing derives from. I cannot see behind it or in front of it, nor under or above it. Only in this framed box can I look around, unsure of what it is that I am seeing or what even seeing is.



I sit on my chair, slightly reclined, and I say to myself, I'm comfortable with everything. I'm comfortable with not knowing anything and that I will never have "the answers". I'm content with life, whatever it may be, and watching it from a distance on my cloud. I may be withdrawn from society as I see it, but cheers to it.

Good things abounding. My writings have picked up and perhaps an exciting chapter of my life has begun (no pun intended, of course).... school is fascinating but I am forever behind in my translations, and the cold weather is superb.

Cheers.