As one thing leads to another, a friend mentioned an Avett Brothers song, which through this meandering path, ultimately took me to another, Smithsonian, with these lyrics I now can’t get out of my head. So I figured, why keep them to myself, why not throw them out there to the universe? The chorus goes like this:
“Call the Smithsonian, I made a discovery;
Life ain’t forever, and lunch isn’t free.
Loved ones will break your heart, with or without you;
Turns out we don’t get to know everything!”
That last line is the one that grabs me – “Turns out we don’t get to know everything.” Indeed, damn it, we don’t. It occurs to me that much consternation in life is precipitated by that reality – we don’t get to know EVERYTHING. But, would we want to? Its bad enough as it is, and I can see myself easily slipping into the “insufferable prick” category if I did actually know everything. I mean, I know how I am when I THINK I know everything.
It occurs to me... 