Floundering in Mystery.

Mystery is the essence of life, and the yeast in the dough of existence. The future is as mysterious as the inside of a three-penny pie. If life were de-mysticised it would be as flat as a flounder's

“Some futures are too awful to contemplate.”

page 14 future. If a flounder knew that his fate was fat and his future “fried fish,” he would get no thrill out of lying all his life with one eye in the mud.

ideThe flat and flexile little flounder,
Is such a jolly little bounder;
Although it mucks about in mud,
The flounder's not a perfect dud.
It often grows quite full and fat,
Although its life is somewhat flat.
It's quite content to rest its head
Upon the ocean's oozy bed;
And this because it never strives,
To know how flounders end their lives.
It never would so happy be
So deep beneath the briny sea,
If someone told the flounder that
A flounder's future's fried in fat.
Its ignorance is bliss, and so
It lives quite happily below
The sea, and quietly chews the cud,
With one eye buried in the mud.