I find it in the forest, during a long walk. I have the urge to find out what it is. But knowing what it is, makes it smaller. It will then fit into a frame of knowledge. How is is it not to know what it is? To just wonder about its colours and shape, about its pure presence. Not knowing opens up a world of possibilities. It calls on my imagination and my creativity. Not knowing loosens the ties of explanation and understanding, of cause and consequence, of logic and rationality. Not knowing (which is not the same as unknowing!) makes it possible to be in wonder and attention. Not knowing is small and at the same tiime as large as a universe.