The not knowing is so untenable for his untrained mind
That he has learned to unleash his brain
And send it scurrying off into the weeds
To retrieve whatever it may for a narrative
By which to explain the situation.
And having found something—
Provided it’s palatable enough—
That’s what he will tell himself and his friends—
Maybe even for the rest of his life—
Unless he should come, sooner than that,
To a conviction that it would be better
To have either the truth of a matter
Or an unsettled question
Than to have something
With which to flatter yourself for now.
