What is life? The mind is eager to regurgitate its many "known" and cocky answers to that question. But they don't hold much water, they leak all over the place and we spend a lot of energy trying to patch them up. The honest response is, "I don't know". There is an experience and something being experienced. There is a sense of an experiencer. Wisdom rests far less on what is known and far more on the unknown. Okay, great, nice thought or unsettling thought, but we aren't interested in another philosophy to organize our life around. That's more of the same. How on gods green earth do we live in uncertainty? And not living with uncertainty like living with a rarely seen, and thoroughly disliked house guest who eats all the food in the fridge and pisses on the toilet seat, but like… holy shit the house is gone and the ground is gone and what the holy hell is going on around here…again and again. It's a bit terrifying really. But...