confusion

Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious...

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood.

Confusion is the welcome mat at the door of creativity.

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

Everything in the universe goes by indirection. There are no straight lines.

Restlessness and discontent are the first necessities of progress.

If you're not confused, you're not paying attention.

You always admire what you really don't understand.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

I'm not confused, I'm just well mixed.