How do I know what I should do?
If uncertainty is not enough knowing, confusion feels like too much knowing
There is this but then there is also that
And everything else.
When knowledge accumulates
but doesn’t add up
I don’t know, I can’t know
Full and empty at the same time
Something and also nothing
A nest of tangled thoughts but no fluttering
No nestling
It simply is and isn’t becoming anything
No matter how complex or long in the making,
a nest doesn’t create something new
Confusion is wondering why
An unproductive thing won’t produce
A failure of insight, or oversight;
Or being in too tight to see what needs seeing.

But how do I understand what I cannot untangle?
Of course I will keep building nests
Because maybe the next one will be the birthplace of meaning.