The english definition of precarious has many parts. The Pussy General focuses on just one.

Uncertain

My uncertainty in fawk is my foundational faith to see it through. If I knew what to do, I wouldn’t go. The investigator walking the mutative path cannot know beforehand which experiment will be the one adopted by the collective. She must follow her inner direction and tinker around and wait. Patiently.

I love not needing to be certain ~ like the wind blowing a leaf! Where will it land? Why should it care. Life is lived in the wind’s caress and the sensousness of the world. To be fully present in a touch, a feeling…

All certainty blows away when humbled to my knees, accepting power’s humility in this Now moment. To face uncertainty, forgive what I don’t know and just GO! Because I only know death is certain so fawk the rest and live in the wind…that’s the danger I like that I live for.

Blow with me?