because i know not of what i need to be freed.
Is it a god?
Is it a program?
Is it meaninglessness?
Is it a make-believe conception of self?
i don’t know what game i’m playing,
and thus feel no compunction to play it well.
So, i surrender to the god of my own ignorance,
making mystery my higher power.
i searched the earth for a source of perfect truth, and found none.
No perfect scripture.
No perfect science.
No perfection in personal experience.
No perfect teacher.
But i’ve known bliss in the act of floundering through this dance of darkness,
i’ve got no complaints.