disembodied 

I find this reassuring: Two plus three equals five. The moon waxes and wanes because the world turns and the tides come in and out like breathing because of the Moon's pull on the ocean. I put sugar in my coffee, and it tastes sweet. These things are beautiful. There are so many mysteries I will never understand, but everywhere I look, I see proof that for every effect there is a cause and know the sun any other distance from the earth, would not shine on this bed.

 

I say I don't know anything, the sun just falls and falls, light against the walls, drips and floods like the tide. 

The answer is out there 
I know,
I don't know
knowing is something kept in the mouth
something that holds us
something that holds us back