I’ve been thinking about something my grandad said to me when I was about 14 years old. Like most teenagers, I knew everything.
Over the years I’ve come to terms with a general discomfort with the fact that some things cannot be known, and now, rather than fear it, I’m humbled by it and captivated by the unknowable.
When I say I’m captivated, that doesn’t mean I’m chasing it. It means that the unknowable no longer evokes the arrogance it used to. The unknown is kind of comforting.
You see, when you know everything, when you lose control of your little world, it is terrifying. Shouldn’t you know why it is happening? But, you don’t. Because you never even realized the things you don’t know were going to spin your world out of control.
If you don’t know what you don’t know, how can you learn more? You become unteachable. Unreachable. Arrogant. Ignorant of the fact you might be ignorant of something.