Until this afternoon I will not know what type of waste wooden off cuts are being delivered. Will they be pieces I can upcycle and make things with or to burn and keep me warm during the winter? I’m happy with the unknown.
The unknown becomes clear in it’s own time.
I am the same with other things to do with the future, the future of me, the future of my family and friends and also with the universe. I will be or not be and I don’t feel the need to Shakespeare an impertinent question at the unknown.