superlative

It's been half-raining for days. I determine things
in terms of loss/gain lately--immaterial
things mostly, but determining them nonetheless.
How quickly the time passes! A whole season, gone!
What have I done? Too many, too much, never enough?
And yet-
I discover that 'Time is an Illusion'? That people say this
and somehow find comfort therein? I dunno. It's elusive all
right, the illusion I'm not so sure.
Better yet, I found this:

not knowing is the most intimate

Think about it. I've been thinking about it for days, and days.
I found it in a special little book I'm reading. Think about it.
What happens when you loosen your grasp of something that
you know best? It could be a bad habit, it could be your own
heart every day, it could be your most precious friend,
it doesn't matter.
Know these things less. Don't know them at all.
See what happens.
Understanding the phrase as it relates to you is
glorious, and bizarre, and not easy,
but then again what's to know, right?