I find that with the less important things, I’ll be able to know because I can reason about it and an answer will come. However, this doesn't work with the things of greater importance where I find myself simply knowing what’s what. Even when it doesn't make sense, logically. I’ve found and still find this a hard thing to deal with, although it's getting better as I learn more each time about what happens when you trust it, because it seems to point in the right direction.

This is about the path we travel down, trying to figure out what that feeling is about; what it is that we seem to know. How ridiculous is it, that we have this thing, this truth, this yearning, or energy, or itch, or conviction, but we actually have no idea what it means, or what’s behind it and where it's taking us. We can't quite put our finger on it. Is this a game, a puzzle, a lesson? Is solving it the great goal of life? Is it the alchemists gold? The holy grail? Will it set us free?

It’s worth wondering about. It’s worth our time. It’s worth our attention. Because it’s Jack Sparrow’s compass. It’s the voice in our head. It’s Ithaka. It's actualisation. It's assension. Maybe it’s coming home.

Maybe.

The fact that it’s something we can’t really put our finger on doesn’t mean we can’t try to do so. ‘Maybe’ always helps to keep it breezy. So that’s what this is all about. A place for reflections, meditations, experimental statements, stories, phots, all in order to entertain thoughts about and finding my own playful way closer to the state of knowing.