what if..

what if the thing that we're seeking, the cure we're sure we need, .. won't show up until we let ourselves go.. into the obscurity.. the ridiculous obscurity and possibility, that a cure is not what we need. perhaps what we need is to be set free.
perhaps in spaces of permission, over time, we'll find, that finding each other is the thing our souls crave. perhaps the thing that kept us sure about the need to find a cure, is the very thing creating and sustaining the disease, so to speak. or so to be.