The more you learn the less you know.


It seems the more I read about or am told about a particular issue, person, work of art, etc. the less I know about it. For example, every time I discover a family secret, I realize just how little I know about my family's history.

It is as if learning one new fact or one new idea or a new point of view just opens up a world of unexplored territory and other possibilities. It is like I can see an object in the distance, and I make the journey towards it. Walking closer. And finally I get there. I think I am at the end. This object is against a wall and there is no where else to go and I can see what it is. I take a close look at it. Put my face up to it. Taste it. Then I pull away and look back up and a vast field appears behind it. The wall is gone. There never was a wall, but it took getting up close to see farther ahead.

Learning allows you to realize all that has yet to be discovered and thought about and discussed.

Learning causes us to question things we previously felt certain about. Learning causes what we think are facts to become wabbly. Answers become questions.