The world keeps on turning, and me along with it, apparently. It’s great; I’ve just finished up my 63rd orbit around the sun, and I find I am thankful to the Powers That Be for every day of the ride.
Funny how it’s worked out so far. I recall that at about the half-way point between now and my beginning, I began to know a lot, and for several years I just kept packing the knowledge in, until eventually I knew pretty much Everything.
But what strikes me now is that I don’t seem to know much anymore.
In fact, my greatest feats of knowledge accumulation over the past several years could be summed up thusly: I am able to discern, with annually increasing clarity, just how much I don’t know. At the end of last year, for instance, I felt I really was beginning to zoom in on the precise depth of the great pool of knowledge that I did not possess. At this particular point in linear time, however, I find that the depth of my ignorance clearly is far greater than I had previously believed.
No matter how quickly I gain new wisdoms, the acceleration of the Universe of That Which I Do Not Know far outpaces those gains.
At this rate, by the time the ride is over I won’t know a damn thing.