Standing on the edge of time

Tending a blog which attempts to delve into the mysteries of existence through the portal of paradox is a delicate matter fraught with peril for yours truly. Just like Kermit the frog noted "It ain't easy being green!"...it ain't easy reducing everyday waking reality to a brief, albeit brilliant entry into a blog of mystical proportions...

I do try, and there is the rub dear reader. The mythological elements conspire to distract my attempts to capture wisdom which only occurs at the ephemeral conjunction of the known, which is more often an assumption about reality, the unknown which lay upon a path that has no boundaries, no certainty until tested and even then all I can do my fellow explorer is assert a probability regarding such machinations...the semi-permeable barrier where such "thought experiments" may take me, and ultimately collide with the greatest mystery of all, the really great unknowable.

The ultimate paradox for yours truly is the wisdom which has emerged in my own dalliances with the unknowable was a pleasant surprise. Based on my personal exploration of the unknowable, there is still something profoundly important to be discovered...as Hamlet reminded Horatio, " And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

As you can see the process of capturing wisdom which lay within the amorphous mass of the known, unknown and unknowable is not a trivial task:) Perhaps a Hegelian Dialectic with a lemon twist would help to discover the hidden splendor?

Yet, this humble holy mully of a man proceeds with courage, seeking out new paradoxes, new ways of understanding the mystery, which masquerades as our history or her-story...and in the end the love we take is equal to the love we make:)

Now that's a paradox this holy mully can live with:)