Chapter I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit… but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street.

  Portia Nelson, Autobiography in five chapters

As long as you
know you don’t know,
not knowing’s not
what hurts,

it’s what

you don’t know you
don’t know that
finally gets
to you, right
in the old
solar plexis.

Philip Booth, Ganglia

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

                                                Anais Nin, Risk