The fact that we can never ‘fully know’ reality is not a sign of the limitation of our knowledge, but the sign that reality itself is ‘incomplete,’ open, an actualization of the underlying virtual process of becoming.
Get used to the idea that mind can penetrate the immediate surface of being and reveal the tactile density of it as a manifold whose measure cannot be immediately taken by the eyes, that it's deep, it's connected, it's complex. Everything holds within itself the anticipation and the memory of everything else.
Our lives are like little bébé crows, carried upon a curious wind.
Walk in lightly, leave like lightning, find love along the way.