I do not know
Who am I to know the way? As the me of the body I am but a mass of atomic particles among billions on a spinning planet in one of thousands of solar systems in a whirling galaxy among billions of galaxies in an expanding universe among infinite universes bubbling in existence like a pot of frothy pasta water boiling over with no meaning or purpose. And all of it is an illusion of separation in an emptiness that is nowhere. Who am I that I would know what am I doing? Do you know what I am doing, I asked of twia. No answer. Just silence. There did not need to be an answer. Silence is the point. Listen to the silence. In the silence lies all answers. The silence is joy unending. It knows all. Joy is wisdom. There is no reason for me to know my actions beforehand. I do not need to know the way. Twia knows. To act from within is to know. And now I have forgotten the question.