Mystery tags: autopilot

There is the poetic notion of mystery as the haze that blurs the outlines and dulls perception. Even if you look at the world with frosted glass, when you fall, it hurts just as bad. So we have to replace that model of mystery with another. One that doesn't talk of obscurity in blindingly dazzling terms. An experience of mystery that talks about a lack of a desire to know as something that seeds mystery. Because the world here and it's attributes and your mind and its desires work in a circular…