Maybe...

Maybe we are meant to study every little thing in our hands and remind it we don't know anything about it, not where it came from not what it's here for ... remind it so that it can teach us, so that we can learn. By our own hands we learn what we already know. Maybe time can be spent understanding what was built before us and maybe it will do us well to free ourselves from what we already know..what we think we already know, whether we know it or not and throw in a blind rock to build what we know or don't know can be built, to see what we know or we don't know can be seen. To conjure what we know or don't know we can feel, maybe before there was knowing it was knowing until knowing came back to mean nothing and knowing became something we tested, we failed to distinguish, to define and there was the flag waving in our minds an ocean to be sailed, a land to be conquered, to be built, to be redefined. Maybe all we had was our ears to listen and our hearts to be kind and our minds to flourish. Maybe there was knowing, until there wasn't.