Quite a few years ago, I arrived at a theory. I realized that no matter how much I learned over the course of one year, I felt as though I hadn’t made any progress. Still, I would always look back and think, “wow, I didn’t know much last year!”
I believe the more we know, the less we know. And, why is that? I’ll try and explain.
Let’s say someone initiates a new class. They’re given a textbook. Before the end of day one, they’ve been introduced to an entirely new field of study, and the individual now possess a small sliver of knowledge. As the student prepares to close the book and wrap things up, he or she gives into temptation. What have they done? Peeked ahead, of course. The student flips through every chapter of the heavy book. Within a few heartbeats, feelings of accomplishment are pushed aside and replaced with those of fear, as an uneasy student learns the hard truth. They . . . don’t . . . know . . . shit . . . and until this moment hadn’t known just how much they didn’t know.
Acquiring knowledge reveals our lack of knowledge. The more we know, the less we know.
March 13, 2022