Can you let someone else solve their own riddle, while you remind them of its words?
Can you play a bumbling mirror, reflecting as best you can what you see and hear?
Can you set your curiosity far away, and let its distant song, carried on the wind, lead you without overwhelming you?
Can you study at someone else’s knee, learning their magic as their dreaming world teaches it?
Can you comport yourself as a guest, in a strange land that doesn’t need you for purpose, meaning, or solutions?
I don’t even know if I can do that. But I do my best.