The Sum of What is Known

Knowledge is beautiful. It has a mysterious power to be exponential, while also being very dangerous and deadly. I am reminded of the plight of Oedipus in which is quest for knowledge eventually led to his blindness and exile. The more he seeked for knowledge, the more perils he discovered: he unknowingly killed his father and unknowingly married his mother. It wasn’t until later that he discovered the awful truth.

Knowledge. The more you know, the more you become aware of the world around you. At first observance of this planet, I wasn’t sure if I was able to comprehend anything thrown at me. After being here for quite some time, I am beginning to find that the more I know, the more I wish I didn’t. Everything I felt I once knew well has now been muddled. And I am left wondering if it really matters how much I know about something…

In the end, what do I have to gain?