Dear lovers
Even though I have, if you will, an almost romanticized affinity for Socrates’ famous aphorism “I know that I know nothing,” I am simultaneously under no delusion that knowledge is wholly unattainable. It is attainable. I am not going to address the paradoxical nature of the saying or rant on of epistemological concerns, but rather, I will simply state that if one can, in the vast cosmic ocean of truth, somehow come to a knowledge of at least one thing, which one thing is already shown in the saying, that of knowing the extent of ones ignorance, then, thusly, one is capable of knowing two things, then three, and so forth, each bit of knowledge resting squarely upon the previous one. In every thinking individual it should be of paramount importance to continually evaluate what it is that we profess to know.
I struggle with this every day, especially when it pertains to my faith. It is not easy, but the struggle for understanding is a truly special pursuit, one that does, indeed, lead to enlightenment. It is sacred to endeavor to know.