So, What Do You Do?

In response to a previous letter, somebody emailed me this Wendell Berry poem:

It may be that when we no longer know what to do,

we have come to our real work

and when we no longer know which way to go,

we have begun our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

The first line sounds like what I was g…