May I choose to doubt my doubts

Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.—The Garden Of Forking Paths, Jorge Luis Borges

For you cannot channel and direct The energy of life, but Follow it all the way through To where you really need to go

For a mind that is tethered to beliefs Ceases to pursue, ceases to follow The swift movement of what is

For even sui generis happenings Are cut from an eternal pattern That transfigures all things Beyond mere expression

What is needed is for you To resist aporia (ᾰ̓πορῐ́ᾱ)

To follow through instead of looking back For signs of lostness or confidence Wondering if it is possible To get through and get to the end When the only way of knowing the uncharted Is to chart its path all the way through

To accept the opinions of others In full knowledge that they repeat The verities or falsities of yesterday Warmed-up and re-served for today

In full knowledge that there is nothing That can be truthfully trusted at all But your own path, when you have The courage to persevere

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