To understand is to focus. Yet how do we focus if the norms keep changing. Do we then understand change without focus, just a chaotic spinning existence. Or, is the quest to understand just a question of how to understand? Understand what? I hate the word understand and all it stands for. I prefer feeling which is true understanding. You can’t understand love but you can feel it. We know how we feel but don’t understand why. Maybe life is a question of why, a constant question in the fools errand of trying to understand. This piece is about confusion. It is confused. There is the need to ramble without direction or sense. Every poet needs to stream thoughts. That stream will make no sense to him/her or to the reader. If you understand that you don’t understand, then, I guess, that’s understanding.