Stuck in the Middle

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live my life in the opposite direction.  Like what would happen if I was born with the insight of a person who had lived 90 years and then died with the questions of a child?  How would my life be different to be born with wisdom and die with innocence?  Or sometimes I wonder which I would rather have if I could only possess one.  Would I rather be wise?  Or innocent?

What comes to mind immediately is that I would much rather be wise.  I'm not talking smart...or full of knowledge...I'm talking wisdom.  Wisdom that only comes with age because it usually takes a lifetime for you to stop thinking you have all the answers and decide to start learning and then discerning and then passing that along to others. 

But then enter Isis and her mind.  And sometimes I just wish I could blurt out my questions like she does.  Her brain is so thirsty.  So uninhibited. And then I think I would rather be innocent because when you are truly that innocent and pure then nobody looks at you funny for asking crazy ass questions.  Questions like...

Do angels come out of God's tummy?
When Aunt Karla got married, how old was Elton John?
If I was in this book and you weren't reading it, how would I get out?
What would a cloud taste like?
Will Elton John look the same when he dies?
How loud does God talk?
If a tree has an itch do we have to itch the itch for it?
How is your hair stuck in your head?
What does the sky feel like?
Do worms fart?
Who made God?
I don't think there's anything to do in heaven...you just stand there and talk to God.

And then here I stand, somewhere in the middle of innocence lost and wisdom ungained.  And I wonder what it's called.
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