What is it to not know?

I have always been satisfied that if I stick my hand out, I know what it will be. I know the texture, the temperature, the weight. I am satisfied with the known. The unknown that remains is okay.

But what if it is all unknown? What if when I stick my hand out, I don’t know what will land there? That I won’t know if it’s heavy or light. Or rough or smooth? Or hot or cool?

To not know the touch and the needed adjustments to anticipate.

That is a strange process for me. I usually have known. Doubt never crossed my mind. But there are rare moments when I don’t know, but it’s the most exciting thing ever.

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