Life has a way of creating a meandering of sorts
On a path of unknown origin
Towards a goal that is pliable, and malleable
And filled with the absence of futility
And I walk on that unknown road
Towards a goal that has been set in the conscious section of my unconscious mind

Which is to say that I actually know where I’m going in my blind search for a life that has meaning,
That has purpose, that feeds me in ways I have never been fed

Filled with the nutrition of the unknowing, and yet the trusting, with faith, of that which is meant to be,
Coming from that which was and is still to be

George Land¹ tells us that the future is calling to us, becoming and beguiling us to come hither,
Calling to us to follow that which has already been completed

And the future beckons to us, and I am led by the magnetic pull
Of Wisdom