Turning 56

Age muted by the glimmer,  
candles blown, a wish forms    
unbidden in the dark;    
   
I am dying to know whether some plan    
predates my path to this celebration.    
Or is my next (and every) step uncharted?    
   
D'où Venons Nous / Que Sommes Nous / Où Allons Nous  
The artist sought answers,    
but settled for arsenic.    
   
Are there any living truths cached in    
56 Holes of Aubrey, 56 Minor Arcana, or 56 layers    
in Aristotle's Universe?    
   
Perhaps I am descended from Cimmerians    
Which might well explain why wisdom peers at me, from the wings, never thinking to join me on the stage.