Know what you know and know that you don't know what you don't know — that is the characteristic of one who knows.
The best thing to know is what you don't know.
The more I know, the more sure I am I know so little. The eternal paradox.
So part of what being psychedelic means, I think, is relentlessly living with unanswered questions.
Without willing it, I had gone from being ignorant of being ignorant to being aware of being aware. And the worst part of my awareness was that I didn't know what I was aware of. I knew I knew very little, but I was certain that the things I had yet to learn wouldn't be taught to me at George Washington High School.
Faith is about trusting God when you have unanswered questions.
It is up to my spirit to find the truth. But how? Grave uncertainty, each time the spirit feels beyond its own comprehension; whenit, the explorer, is altogether to obscure land that it must search and where all its baggage is of no use. To search? That is not all: to create.
Talk not of love: thou never knew'st its force.
Faith doesn't reduce uncertainty. Faith embraces uncertainty.
Everyone always wants to find the answer, to feel that things are resolved. But in dreams, maybe there isn't an answer so much.
there is only one thing we do know and that is that we do not know anything.
I am not a believer, not an atheist, not an agnostic. I am still awake at night, asking how? I am more content with the question than I would be with an answer.
Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.
I don't think you can ever regain your ignorance.
Sometimes we stand to learn the most about God from the situations we understand the least.
Know not what you know, and see not what you see. [Lat., Etiam illud quod scies nesciveris; Ne videris quod videris.]
As usual, the sock yarns have no idea what is going on.
Unknowing ignorance is preferable to informed stupidity.
Don't ask me, I don't know
I'm a believer in 'Ignorance is bliss.'
All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.
Though it may be called a nescience, and unknowing, yet there is in it more than all knowing and understanding without it; for this unknowing lures and attracts you from all understood things, and from yourself as well.
many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.
We are too kind, too willing--too unwilling too--reaching out blindly with a grasping hand but not knowing how to ask for what we don't even know we want.
When I write, I don't know what is going to emerge. I begin in a condition of complete unknowing, an utter nakedness of concept or goal. A word appears, another word appears, an image. It is a moving into mystery.
