The things I don't know are really the things I know I
On occasion, the things I don't know I know,
When the things I don't know I know
it's usually after the fact. Recently when scanning through radio
stations while driving in my car, the dial alit on a local station
playing Shadow Song, a track from Supertramp's breakout self titled
Supertramp album in which the maestros sing in intricate three part
harmony. Suddenly I realized I was singing along with the third
part. It was only afterwards ie after the fact when it dawned on me
"Wow! I didn't know I know three part harmony!".
And then there are the things you don't know you don't
know. In another conversation on another occasion we may speak of
what you don't know you don't know as that which
shapes you, as how you're thrown - in a word: as your
To be sure, in inquiring into whether or not you can take full
responsibility for your life and for generating your own future ie
a future worth living
there seems to be no way around, no avoiding a full on, in depth,
face to face encounter ie a confront with your own
ie with what you don't know you don't know.
But this time in this inquiry, in this conversation I'm not looking
into what I don't know I don't know. I'm
looking at the "I don't know I don't know" itself.
I'm looking at the "I don't know I don't know" as mystery.
And furthermore, in this particular context I'm not
looking at mystery as that which evokes puzzlement or perplexity or
chagrin or inadequacy ie a sense of not being up to the
task - even though an experience of mystery is often
accompanied by one or more of the above. Rather this time I'm
simply allowing mystery to be mystery.
When I allow mystery to be mystery, when I let it be, when I don't
inquire into it, when I'm not puzzled or perplexed by it, when
there's no chagrin or sense of inadequacy associated with not
understanding it or not being able to figure it out, then ...
something ... magical ... happens ...