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FOG OF MYSTERY
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We are surrounded by a fog of mystery
Unsolved questions that may never be solved
We can invent or surmise answers
That will never be wholly satisfying as long
As there is a lack of proof
We can't let these mysteries drive us nuts
Otherwise, we would all be nuts
(Which we kind of are, come to think of it)
Maybe the fog of mystery is confusing our minds
As we feel our way forward
The uncertainty, the mortal dread, the squeaking ego
The identity crisis
Being hard wired to want solid intel
The human mind has nothing solid to grasp
When it seeks a hand hold on reality
So, it seems like square one of getting to that mythical land
Inner Peace
Is to be fine if something is a mystery
To be content with Not Knowing
Sure, we may wonder about the origins of the Universe
The soul, a guiding higher consciousness
Yet no one has the answers to satisfy every mind
We have a menu of invented answers to choose from
We can choose Mystery, we can embrace Mystery
Be fine with not knowing
Who knows? It could lead to not worrying
Which is the greatest blessing of Inner Peace
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