Quandary of Whereabouts (for amenOra)

[Tanner]

Upon reflection
I know not who I am or
In what realm I live

[amenOra]

Dis-orientation. You can perturb the process so that you think you know the answer but the truth is, in a world of false expectations and erratic behavior, it's through this "reflection" that we can gain a better idea of what these mean to us.

The stark truth to this is ... enjoyable? It's like a paradox, and that produces the 'intellectual' movement of ideas.

Then i think its best that way, non-identified. Our language centers create abstractions, as we know, and we mistake the picture for the reality. Which i am compelled to say that -- your poem was fun for that fact.

Have a good one. Simple, interesting thoughts.

Kudos, Tanner.