Weekly state: unknowing.

There is no word for “wok” in Chinese.

As I prepare dish after dish on this lonely place I realise that with every crevice I seek to shine light into, I see how vast my lack of knowledge and wisdom truly is. It is the yoke of those who seek.

Now the moment comes in everyone’s life to ask, will I remain in the dusk, the fog of numbness, the blissful existence of the ignorant. Or will I venture into the rocky, volitionally painful and sometimes scary journey of finding out?

This will not even answer the bigger question of the “what” that is to be found.

And so I keep using words that seem to be clear in my unknowing, in relation to gainable knowledge infantile mind, only to find out that it is just me these ideas make sense to.

So this is my wok for the week. Perfectly precise to me, non-existential word to you.