Reading in Krysta Tippett’s Becoming Wise today I came across this conversation involving Father George Cayne and Brother Guy Consolmagno:
Consolmagno: The more you know, the more you don’t know….
Coyne: If we knew it all I’d sit under a palm tree with my gin and tonic and just let the world go by.
Consolmagno: Which is not a bad thing t do every now and then.
Coyne: Well, every now and then, but it’d get kind of boring.
In that exchange I am reminded of this – no matter how much I know (or think I know), there is infinitely more that I don’t know. That thought, that reality, in and of itself, should help quell the pride and feed the humility.
It occurs to me... 