The Great Unknown
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I don’t know.
I don’t know why two plus two equals four, but I can prove it. I don’t know why math, a system based on axioms, still stands. I don’t know why we can prove something false, but we can’t prove something true.
I don’t know if the facts I know are actually fiction or if the fiction I know is rife with facts. I don’t know if the knowledge imparted to me today will still be with me tomorrow. I don’t know if the knowledge imparted to me yesterday is still with me today.
I don’t know if the pen is mightier than the sword. I don’t know what lurks in the minds of men. I don’t know how people think or what they want. I don’t think I even know what I want.
I don’t know why we’re here. I don’t know how to make a dream a reality. I don’t know the difference between being alive and living. I certainly don’t know what makes me tick. I don’t know how people can claim to know; I’m just guessing and getting lucky every time I’m right.
The fact is that I don’t know. I’m given the criteria, the data, the experience, and even for knowing all that, I still don’t know anything.
I’m tired of people giving advice that they don’t know is right. I’m sick of giving advice I don’t know is right. I’m jaded that well-intentioned theories with incredible flaws are ignored because of good intentions. I’m fed up with people refusing to admit they don’t know.
And worst of all, I still don’t know if they really don’t know either.
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