Think how boring life would be
if everything was known ahead,
if living held no mystery
and all you needed to say was said
Imagine you woke to certainty
and went to bed with nothing at stake
Would nightly sleep more peaceful be
or would longing for mystery keep you awake?
Would you rather a floating fetus be
suspended unknowing in a safe soft womb,
knowing not dread nor comedy
nor what might happen from now until doom?
If all was known ahead of its time
who could bear eternity?
You gave me your word about everything
but I prefer delicious uncertainty
-- A. Blair
