The title derives from an excerpt in David Whyte’s “Blessing for Unrequited Love”—

“A blessing for the way you will not know me 
in the years to come, and with it, a blind outstretched 
blessing of my hands on anything or anyone 
that cannot ever come to know me fully as I am, 
and therefore, a blessing even, for the way I will 
never fully know myself, above all, the deepest, kindest 
wishes of my own hidden and untrammeled heart 
for what you had to hide from me in you. 

Let me be generous enough and large enough and brave enough 
to say goodbye to you without understanding, 
to let you go into your own understanding,”


Knowing another, or the willingness and effort to know another beyond the familiar ways as the highest form of unconditional love. Then, imposed concealment, hasty, immature, misinformed gesture, as feeble attempts to express love in the only way one knows love, has been shown love.
Gaps simultaneously on the verge of opening and closing, I follow this line of thinking—how little you know about me; how little you care to know about me; how little I wish you to know about me; how little I know about you; how little we will ever know about each other.