There’s something so nice about understanding. A layer pulled back, a foundation laid. And yet, if security is in understanding, that leaves fear a dominant position. For who knows the majority of what there is to know?

The door that was closed, had a sign. That three lefts, turned right. Then clueless, left clues.

On the branches of perspective, wisdom sits. Leave flutter, seasons pass, she remains unmoved. And in a momentary flash, she falls dead.

An empire without defense. A city without walls. A battalion with no armor.

I’m curious about that. I’m curious about what you think. I’m curious why that is.