I, as all, look about, for comfort upon that which I believe, that which I perceive, that which I know.
Doubts, and considerations, will not be still, they beg and bother, and they ask, do I, do I though?
Of Course!, I reason, this knowledge presented, yes, presented, in that time, in that time ago.
But, was It I, was It something I willed, was it something I wished then, and brought it, to be so?
Comfort now gives way to unease, and doubt, fertile with reason comes forth, yes, begins to grow.
Was I right to dismiss Its reality, Its place, Its right of consideration, for my comfort, for my claim to know?