Existence

Does your innocence reject wisdom as you, twiddling your fingers, are gazing into the middle, where you are now? Sometimes I wander, twiddling my feet, twiddling my thoughts as I peer at your face. Is that, too, the middle? I even light a candle, fear tears but shed none. So strange are you that I wonder whether you are here or I am there. What on earth is existence? (3 Jan 2023)