Sometimes, Gromit, I don't know what I want. At first I think there is something wrong and I try to figure out something to do. But as I try to figure out something to do, something strange happens. It's as though I can't figure out somethig to do, of perhaps it is that not knowing is catching up with me, until I realise that the part of me that knows what to do is slipping away, and I let myself not know.
I have discovered there is a part of our brains that knows what is coming next. And it can be damaged and knocked out by, say, a car accident, or we can learn to turn off that part of our brain that knows what is coming next.
At first we can feel afraid because not knowing what is coming next leaves us vulnerable. But as we move through the fear, which can be quite sharp, we reach a point where we live moment by moment. We naturally leave the last momeent behind and live entirely in the present moment. And living entirely in the present moment is one surprse after another.
And when we have taken our fill of the surprise of the moment, we naturally return to knowing what is coming next.