I live to know.

And I am doing very well.

There is nothing wrong in me.

Everything is perfect here.

But I am still wrong.

I keep forgetting something.

I can go deeper.

I keep believing I know.

I keep being blinded by my arguments.

Where am I wrong?

I am wrong about nothing.

Being wrong is my truth.

And beneath that fold of truth, there is more truth.

Beneath my understanding there is more depth.

My knowing will never be perfect.

And so everything here is perfect.

I live to be wrong.

And so I am doing very well.

I live to go deeper.

I live to correct.

I live to be.