Where there is knowledge, it will pass away ...

I kept asking myself if my understanding was fit, suitable and correct... all these things I (or we) accumulate had to some how make sense and beautifully fold into a origami to be admired and folded into my pocket. The truth is that instead  it sometimes seems that I have this huge luggage of self contained human-built arrogantly convenient knowledge (or should I say information?). It is one of those fractal-like structures that may seem beautiful in a each of its parts but the whole...            blarg! It couldn't be more disgusting.

I couldn't take it out of my head that the little light I had in me was telling me that my path had to go through the narrow gate of truth and the cloud of confusing ideas that was following above me some how felt like it could maybe prevent me from going through! That's why I was painfully trying to fold these ideas into this perfect origami. Maybe if I had it in my pocket all would go well!? Ahhh.. it was really frustrating, because honesty only showed me how far from the fordable, organized, clean origami my (our) knowledge is.

The time was ending and as the gate drew nearer I got to my knees like the people before and after me. There where others going with me at this point. As the line reached my turn I crawled in as the cloud stayed behind.. it wasn't me that got stuck behind, but it was my knowledge that stormy cloud of ideas that was cut of going through.

I am the one going through the gate, not my alleged knowledge. My knowledge.. well, He isn't interested in it.. it will pass away.