How beautiful it is�the unknown�so long as the ponderer knows how to ponder. And how beautiful is it to not know, knowing there are things to be known, so long as the ponderer knows where to look.
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It is as if I knew you were there all along. Or better, it is as if I knew you were looking down at me from where you are, as if to tell me it is okay I failed again�because of you, I haven't at all.