Holy
I’m not as holy as you.
When ice melts I don’t
claim responsibility
even though I like warm water.
Driven to seek the unknowable
I know why ice melts.
I just don’t know why molecules
and particles want to exist.
The mystic’s predicament:
You can be holy if you say you are
And you can’t be if you say you aren’t.
But nobody really cares
The ice still melts.
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