In Praise of My Remaining Questions

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In praise of my remaining questions I sing.

In praise of mourning the loss of questions I no longer have, I sing. In praise of idle questions that dead-end in the forgotten classrooms of epistemology I sing. In praise of questions that unlock – note by note – the confounding song of being I sing.

In praise of the slow, malignant tumor of truth I sing.