“Have you comprehended the breadth of the earth? Tell Me, if you know it all.”
-- The Book of Job, 38:18
It’s strange that I so often think I know all I need to know about almost everything, since the truth is that I know next to nothing about anything. I go through my life looking, or trying to look, like a confident, carefree person who’s prepared for whatever would happen, when the truth is that my thoughts are thin, weak creatures when compared to the immeasurable mysteries of the universe. Not only don’t I know it all, but what I don’t know knows no end, stretching from star to star to star. Like Job, I put on a good show, seeming to sense what’s best in this situation or that, but behind the gracious and gallant performance is a fairly uninformed man who makes humble obeisance to this incredible cosmos he somehow came to inhabit.