Every generation has its priests, those that are believed to understand the world. These priests display their confidence, claim insight, and the crowds have faith in the performance.
The crowds crave reasons, reassurance, and authority — they need to believe someone knows what’s going on here.
Yet, by its nature, the world defies understanding. No one wants to admit it, or else the priests lose their position and the crowds fill with fear.
But with this paradoxical insight, the world becomes known. Admitting the unknowableness of life leaves nothing to grasp onto.
And without the anchors of misunderstanding, there is no more strain, just flow. There is nothing left to fear, only lighthearted playfulness in the stream of life.