What would the all-knowing not know? . . .

. . . or not want to know? . . .

Let’s say, for example, what might it be like to witness or experience something that’s growing? . . .

                 . . . that was a form of existence . . .

. . . calling itself (at this stage) life . . .

         . . . this energy bundle, this tiny but mighty force, that seems to organize itself organically from stardust (whatever that might be?) . . . no less . . . of course and why not?

     anyway

what sort of all-knowing something wouldn’t enjoy

     playing with the infinite varieties of suspense

of possibilities

                               of outcomes?

(emphasis on play)

                                                                                 (we got scared away from that)

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