I Don’t Know

A baby, our long-awaited innocent precious one, is dead. Is there any way to make sense of this dreadful tragedy?  Dare I or we even imagine replacing what is so irreplicable? I think not. I cannot grasp the enormity of this loss. To even question this reality might itself be impudent.   I reach out for guidance from an esteemed elder who lives On a remote island, away from the “madding crowd.”  I find no answers or perspectives to guide me. He would Surely, only direct me toward my own broken mirror of self. But wait! I’ll have us bid on a new house from whence we  Will see and truly grasp both the good and the evil of humans.   We then realize that we already live in such a house with many  Stories that belie both the wisdom and the naivete of pretending To know the answers to such questions as these. We soon realize That we don’t have the words or thoughts to communicate at this Level and we don’t have the currency to understand this universe.   We are stranded in clumsy and simplistic levels of electromagnetic Waves that seem to curse us with the propensity to pretend that we we know for sure, who is right, where lies the answer, which people own the land, worship correctly, and a variety of other such notions that inhabit the minds of human beings over the last million years.      It ain’t much but at least I know that I don’t know.