I feel like a pan,
real greazy.
and there are black bits at the edges.
I’d drip if you hung me up. 
There’s a lot going on and I don’t have much control over much of it.
But when have I ever?
When have any of us?

Letting go of control and accepting the unfathomable mystery, the unapproachable Truth and knowledge at the glowing resplendent heart of it all.

We cannot know,
but if we could,
it would be good.