what the heck do I know?


The older I get, the less I know.

Here’s what I do know

(and I’m not taking this opportunity to wax short and clumsily about my faith. Β πŸ™‚ )


there isn’t a deeper meaning


the layers are on the same plane

(as plain

as the nose on your face,

which kind of begs a comical observation, but I’m not digressing)

unzip your paranoia for a moment

and maybe I will too

but I’m pretty sure yours will take longer

so I’ll give you a head start


I know there are layers…

(I don’t know all the lyrics, I normally hear it as, “dang dang dang better the less you know, happy beats, life is pain let’s laugh and dance anyway”…)

8 thoughts on “what the heck do I know?

    • You bring up an interesting point, Jon, about compassion, for self, and others. That is so true. And, for people of faith, as I am, it’s one place where the rubber meets the road with anxiety issues, believing in the promise that God will work good out of our messes. We’re only human, afterall, stumbling is inevitable. There’s always a story, right? Ugh, I’ve judged from the outside too often. Compassion is truly liberating!

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