My Weltanschauung is Messy

My Weltanschauung is messy.
Some might call it messed up.
They might be right but
I’d object.  Messy is not
Messed up.  Disorderly is not
Fouled.

Nonetheless, my Weltanschauung is
Messy.  I grab this philosophic 
Point from over there, that
Political opinion from another
Shelf, social analysis from a
Different room altogether.

It’s a stew; or a tsimmis,
Maybe a weekday cholent,
Long on the stove simmering,
Into the pot thrown what’s
Ever around to help me
Navigate this odd place.

When I was young, it was all so
Simple, sensical, obvious!
Fare thy well, all that utter
Certitude!  Now, with some
Effort, I hope, I hope, and with
A sense of humor, finally,
And good will, and
A calculated naiveté,
Dear Lord, help me
Muddle through.