What I don't know

The electrons are flying through this computer.  Kadizzle is not sure how or why.  Gravity is pulling me down into this chair.  No one knows how or why.  Light is busting through the window at 186,000 miles per second. The sun comes up the moon encircles the Earth.  All these amazing things happen, and so much of it is a mystery.  As the song says, "Let the mystery be".   If you are ignorant that is fine.  If you don't know something admit it to yourself, admit it to the world.  Once you decide to make up an answer the game is on. Once you decide to invent Gods, elves, witches, and trolls, you are on your way to a world that surely does not exist.  The hardest thing for a human to admit is I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I am going.

Of course you can make up some story about Jesus, Ala, Buddha, or whatever pleases you, but in the end, no matter how hard you try, you know, you don't know.  That is why you need a cigarette, a drink, or some buzz weed.  We are sitting on a tiny little speck in the universe. There are billions of us.  We are like dust in the cosmic scheme.  So be content as confused dust, don't make up stories and try to tell someone you have the answer you know damn well you don't.  Let the mystery be.