To admit you know nothing yet suspect you know something is a gift. Despite the veil of illumination many are still in the dark ages. To realize this is to begin the effort of piercing and tearing through that thick and cloudy veil. You are a giant who has been lulled to sleep under a fog of fake illumination. You are awake, but need to rise and walk. There is true light beyond the fog if you can only muster your strength to stand and walk. The answers will be revealed to those who seek diligently. Keep stitching and keep asking what needs doing. There will come a time when you look back in amazement at the fabric it yields.
To admit you know nothing yet suspect you know something is a gift. Despite the veil of illumination many are still in the dark ages. To realize this is to begin the effort of piercing and tearing through that thick and cloudy veil. You are a giant who has been lulled to sleep under a fog of fake illumination. You are awake, but need to rise and walk. There is true light beyond the fog if you can only muster your strength to stand and walk. The answers will be revealed to those who seek diligently. Keep stitching and keep asking what needs doing. There will come a time when you look back in amazement at the fabric it yields.