I Just Don"t Know, Or, When Ignorance Really Is Bliss
" -Stephen Hawking Each morning, I wake up ignorant.
And each morning, I say a word of gratitude for that amazing reality.
There was a time, not too long ago, that I would have said it's possible to actually know something about life, about the world, about the universe.
Now I realize it's a continual search, that every moment of existence presents new and powerful challenges to the status quo, to my personal view of things.
That's how it should be.
Anything less would be stagnation.
I sit in this room, in front of this computer, a very different person than I was even just a few short years ago.
I think differently, I look differently, even my tastes in furniture and books and people have changed.
If I were under a microscope, I could see myself changing.
But I'm not, so I make an assumption.
Hope I'm right.
As long as I draw breath, I will marvel at all that comes my way, mysterious though it is.
Then, one day, I'll simply close down, disappear.
The journey will end and I will make room for all kinds of new.
And that will be much OK, too.
The idea of eternal existence as the same person has never really appealed to me.
I think, though, that the energy that made me what I am all these years will still be around.
It was here to make me when I arrived, so why would I think it would just go poof? In some way, I will remain and maybe even rise again in some new form.
But I won't know for certain that I've done it before.
In fact, I won't have done it before.
It, I, the universe will all be brand new.
Such is life.
Such is the mystery.
"Today, I open my mind and my heart to whatever presents itself to me.
And I will use it, even abuse it, but definitely release it as the day draws to a close.
Whatever remains tomorrow, I will use again.
And release again.
And I will share myself with the world.
I remain 'eternally' grateful.