I don’t know, I don’t know… I don’t know how any of it happens.

I don’t how the grass grows or how the sun shines or the waves crash and swell (how they crash and swell)… I don’t know how I wrote that script or cooked that meal or ran that mile or how I climbed that hill, after major surgery, before the moon had played me, after losing my will to fight and kick and scream and bite…

I don’t know where I came from or where I’m going.. oh the joy, oh the joy, the joy and thrill of not knowing!