What odd mind is this, that knows, that knows it knows, but won't know all? Uncomfortable living blind, we endorse "curiosity." Why isn't consciousness congruent with what is? Or is it? If motion is mind's MO, why do we yearn for resolution, why are we capable of fixed ideas? Are they mis-takes?
Excerpt from Dancer Out of Sight,
The Collected Writings of Douglas Dunn