.:Ignorant
Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me.
~Job 38:3
I know so little. When you think about it… I do. I’ve been hanging around here for 25 years, and I like to think that I have a grip on reality…
- How many things don’t I know?
- Places have I not been?
- People I’ve not met?
- Things I haven’t read?
- Thoughts I’ve not shared with others?
- …I’m going to quit thinking about it for now…
Seriously? I mean… really how much do I know? I constantly want to learn more, but I know I can only use the tools and environment I am around and placed in.
It makes me feel a little better to know that knowing everything isn’t required to live. It also makes me feel a little better to know that things are never as good or as bad as they could be because I can’t factor out things I don’t know that could come into play at any moment…
…and I think that makes life a touch more exciting. That there is so much possibility of things happening that I don’t know about. Makes life far less dull when I think about it.
I have absolutely no clue what it would feel like to be here…
What it smells like, looks like inside… sounds like… what people would be inside there… their life stories… or even how the Austrailian accent developed the way it did…
But I’m ignorant of so much… it reminds me of when I spoke to a 4 year old who had a dour look on her face…
Four-year-old: I’m sad.
Me: Why?
4YE: Because I know everything.
Me: Really?
4YE: Yeah.
Me: Do you know how far is it from here to the moon?
4YE: *Blank stare.*
Me: See? No need to be sad.
In my defense, she was terribly precocious and just wanted attention…
But, to look at it in perspective… aren’t I?
-R
