A Question of Non-Agency Pondered as I Walked

When guilt is the spring

Then mystery is the clock

That keeps ticking within 

Forever tightly wound
Marking all the unknowns
And all the deficiencies

Of our daily lot

But once cause and effect
Are let slip through Indra's net

Then Self itself may go missing
And the clock may stop ticking

As No-self succeeds in untying
Identity's Gordian Knot