Saturday, January 7, 2012

Wise is he who knows he does not know

I know nothing.

About myself. About the world. About Life. About German Engineering.

I guess it's all for the best. If I pretended I knew everything I'd be a complete idiot.

I ask you, have you ever just say back and marveled about how much we really don't know?

It's astounding. Enough to make you think that we humans are idiots.

Well that's only a little true. We've come a long way sure but, to pretend that we know near everything is stupid. We don't really know why things work. And that bothers us.

So we mask it. Pretend that we know all there is to know, that we're the expert.

Remember Socrates anyone?

He realized how much we don't know, and it knocked him off his feet. But you know what he did? He got right back up and started asking questions. As he suspected no one knew the answers.

Well not knowing the answers made people feel dumb and NO ONE like to feel dumb. So as you could imagine the people got upset with Socs and well...the rest is history.

It's why some people cling to math.

We can say for certain that 2 and 2 make 4. (Unless you are Radiohead)

But we can't be sure that there is life after death or some other possibly religious possible offensive but controversial question.


On a absolutely unrelated consciously, note. I had an odd dream.

Yes I can dream. Just because I am awakened at night does not mean I can't dream.

The point is, I can hardly recall it. There was an overwhelming feeling of despair and hopelessness.

Oddly enough that feeling is in a lot of my dreams that I like.

That brings me to this:

When I was young and imagining things, playing pretend with myself. I liked to have my characters hit bottom. They had to be ready to lose all hope before they could climb back up.

In fact, I had a story that I would make up on my head every night with this theme: Character has the greatest bad luck ever.

What the greatest bad luck means is that this person would always end up in painful life or death things and always live.

One time they got hit by a bus. One time they fell off a cliff.

To make matters worse for them, she's practically famous for not dying so there are groups of people that are trying to kill her.

So I don't know what that surprisingly morbid side-note had to do with anything. But then again...

Wasn't that my point?

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