Now you tell me! Why weren't you my first-grade teacher?... And, where was that lesson in our entire educational experience? I never felt that - and I think we all looked to parents, teachers, preachers and beat poets who know it - is that they somehow knew themselves. I wonder if the contrary message, as you've so simply stated it, was put on cereal boxes (in all official languages, of course) if we'd eaten our Cheerios and Wheaties and felt they added wisdom.
The more I do, the more I know that I don't know what I'm doing. But I keep doing it anyway.
ah, yes, what we don't know - complicated by what we know that's not true!
Knowing oneself is a lifelong endeavour, never completed.
Now you tell me! Why weren't you my first-grade teacher?... And, where was that lesson in our entire educational experience? I never felt that - and I think we all looked to parents, teachers, preachers and beat poets who know it - is that they somehow knew themselves. I wonder if the contrary message, as you've so simply stated it, was put on cereal boxes (in all official languages, of course) if we'd eaten our Cheerios and Wheaties and felt they added wisdom.