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The Unknown

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

By Donald Rumsfeld, 21st Secretary of Defense on Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

"Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have got it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known."  -Garrison Keillor

"I'm going to write a young-adult novel about drug abuse. It's easy. I've read three and think I know how to do it: The narrator must feel oppressed by parents either distant, alcoholic or both; have a "shrink," who does no good whatsoever; get turned on to drugs unsuspectingly; run away from home; descend into prostitution or dealing; and think and write in bad coffee-shop stream-of-consciousness prose. Short, diary-entry chapters should begin or end with references to countercultural artists (Lewis Carroll, Jefferson Airplane, the Buzzcocks). At the end, a minor character assumes the narration to report the death of our previous narrator." -Mark Oppenheimer, on the structure of teen morality novels such as Go Ask Alice, etc.

"What you are afraid to do is a clear indicator of the next thing you need to do." -Anonymous

 
 
i cannot hold the heavens still,
but i can dance in their light.
 
i cannot calm the sea,
but i can move with its tide.
 
i cannot stop war,
but i can know peace.
 
i cannot cure cancer,
but i can ease pain.
 
i cannot bring you to Life,
but i can feel your breath.
 
i cannot remove your scars,
but i can mirror your beauty.
 
i cannot fight your battles,
but i can lend you my sword.
 
i cannot write your song,
but i can sing it with you.
 
i cannot feel your pain,
but i can swallow your tears.
 
i cannot give you my strength,
but i can hold your hand.
 
i cannot find your way,
but i can light your lamp.
 
i cannot pull you from your cage,
but i can look for the key.
 
i cannot heal the world,
but i can show you mine.
 
to wield beauty with every step,
even when i fall...
this is my purpose.
come, walk with me.
 
-Rebecca Goosman, August 6, 2003 inspired by a couple of subjects she and Kim had discussed a day earlier.

Copyright 2004, Kim Le