Fooled by What We Don’t Know
May 23, 2026
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We don’t know what we don’t know. Isn’t that true? It surprises the old folks, young ones, and me too. Our brains miss the clues
We don’t know what we don’t know. Isn’t that true? It surprises the old folks, young ones, and me too. Our brains miss the clues
When woes pop up and block your way, Don’t fret or run or hide or sway. Stand firm, stand tall, take in the view. A
I wake and sigh. I’m tired. Oh, my. I drag my feet and ask God, “Why?” But still I rise and face the day, For
Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff, All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff. They drift where they want with no hurry or
When you talk to the Lord, don’t come in disguise— For he already sees through all pretenses and lies. You might as well be honest,
In lands far away where the idols might grin, Where nobody knew what was righteous or sin, God whispered his truth with a wink and
One night in a dream, when the moon glowed so bright, The Lord came to visit a certain man in the night. “Are you willing,”
Oh, “Someday” is special—at least so we say, A magical, misty, and thoughtful kind of day. We tuck it away in imagination’s deep nook, Like
Young David was chosen, anointed one day, With oil on his head in a most sacred way. God whispered, “I’ve called you. Now rise up
Oh, my inbox is bursting—yes, every single day, With a dozen shiny emails that sound the same way. They promise me wonders, success by the
Some writers think stories need twists and big plots. They forget that emotion must connect all the dots. For tales without heart, although exciting they
When life hands you troubles like soup in a bowl, And the day feels as chewy as lukewarm coal, God won’t hide your Teacher or