“If I cease searching, then, woe is me, I am lost. That is how I look at it – keep going, keep going come what may.”
― Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
The fact is I don’t know any facts
Not in iron certainty
I don’t know the shape of the planet
I don’t know the distance of the stars
I don’t know if there are footprints on the moon
I don’t know what happens when we die
I don’t know if this is the reality
I don’t know if I am made of codes
Will I ever know?
I don’t know
Should I seek and question
Beseech and hound
Squander my minutes
Dwelling the unknown
Will this lead anywhere?
Or should I take what I get?