Rumi told that it is in profound ignorance a bunny curls up

at the feet of a lion and sleeps. I feel that way today, like the

bunny must feel.

My great friend profound ignorance has brought me so far.

Had to.

There is an ignorance that defies all knowledge, I dare say.

That ignorance is bliss.

It is almost knowing there is nothing to understand.

Can nothing be understood?

If so, is there nothing that cannot be understood?

Such thought leans on infinity's watchtower.