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I know something, that I know nothing... (Socrates)

In what wonderful way does the earnest acceptance of ignorance


transform itself into the launch of the attainment of true knowledge?

 

Only when one honestly practices and experiences this critical teaching

 

can something important, dramatic happen both inside and outside him…

 

One then realizes that all people have human defects, have human prejudices;

 

what one perhaps doesn’t realize is that one has even more defects than all the others.  

 

All people have true boundaries, they are imperfect and they are usually flawed.

 

This very healthy reminder of our limitations brings us ever so closer to reality.

 

The universe is so vast that no matter how much we study it, unsolved mysteries will always remain;


new, more faultless awareness will quickly replace the old knowledge.



The very most critical aspect is recognizing our own human limitations:

 

In a humble and sincere way to have the courage to acknowledge one, just one very simple truth:

 

that we stand impotent and powerless to grasp and comprehend the tremendous vastness and complexity of the cosmos.

 

Does all this signify we should cease our endless quest for the thirst of knowledge?

 

Just the opposite: we should continue as ever before but first deeply espouse the truth

that we should first recognize our very own human limitations.


And not only the limitations of ourselves; but also to isolate those of others.

 

The human who claims to “know” everything should learn to use one simple phrase:

 

I know nothing…


— dsaranti, Apr 02, 2009

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

I agree with this as far as

I agree with this as far as the word God which, for myself is definitely only human knowledge and not any truth. If it were the truth then how can we, as you say earlier in your poem, know it? The paradox is the truth. We are only human. Yours Ann of Norway

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