You cannot know what you will not know.
Weave the skein of reason how you will.
To arrive at truth, you first must wish to go.
Without inclination the mind is still.
You cannot know what you will not know.
What do you find there in the sky at night?
Your heart whispers, but how do you set your clock?
Do you choose the darkness? Or choose the light?
God honors your wish. Tick tock. Tick tock.
You cannot know what you will not know.