Back when I was (briefly) a philosophy major, it was fun to say words like “epistemological” and stare intently at theorems as if they really mattered. I’m not saying that the stuff can’t be worthwhile, and I’m certainly not trying to talk people out of philosophizing if that’s what they like. There’s certainly nothing wrong with having your brain functioning at a high level.
A couple of nights ago I couldn’t sleep. While I was lying there listening to amorous cats in our driveway, I started thinking about those classes for some reason, and about all the things I don’t know. And that’s one of the fun things about being alive and being curious. There will always be things I don’t know.
I got up and checked on my son. When I came back to bed, I looked at my wife for a moment before turning off my lamp.
There are many things I don’t know, but I know who I love, and who loves me. It’s more than enough, even though it may never earn me a marble bust.
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