A great chunk of life is a search for knowledge. From the very firsts steps as babies, we embark on an odyssey, picking up pieces of information, trying to find meaning in a disconnected jumble of fact and opinion.
Children playing at connecting the dots.
Then, just as we get know the family, the siblings, the immediate circle of people - we're rush into the kindergarten, elementary school, high school, maybe even college, a job. Whenever life seems to start making sense, that very life drops a piano on our heads and a little voice somewhere goes:
“Ha! You thought you knew something, didn'tcha?”
It’s hard to cope with this. Being alive for 20, 50, 80 years and knowing that we've barely peeked below the surface, that life's just too short to know everything there’s to know.
We’re then left with a choice. One, accept that we know very little and will manage to learn only a bit more. Two, , become terrified and pretend to know all there’s to know, never allowing conflicting information to disturb your worldview.
I re-read the last paragraph and ask myself:
Which of these choices have I been making so far?
“We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance." - John Archibald Wheeler
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