On the edge of the unknown and peering out, and facing doubts as to who I am and where I am at and the people I know, I once felt fear, but also a kernal of audacity to carry myself though. I’ve lived a life of magnificent failures, and any given memory of myself at my worst oftentimes triumph the stories of others at their best. I’ve earned the arcana of fool and death, but also of magician and the wheel of fortune. This is as much my own testimony as that of others. But now there are doubts, while I only feel the daring possibilities and the urge to carry on as I feel as it must be. But doubt is now my kernals, a double negative qualitatively but one dwarfed into comparative absurdity by it’s magnitude and thus still very much existent. I have grave doubts and little doubts, all in one- ones of general timetables against sequenced friction and unknown variables, and the great general unknowns.
Is the unknown someday destined to become a kernal itself, against the backdrop dance of Audacity and Doubt?