What I know
In bed. Back to that silly small sketch pad. 9:30 p.m. or so.
What I know is that...
I don’t know everything.
If someone else knows something I don't, it does not diminish me or elevate them. We simply know different things.
What is known changes over time and with context.
Not everything can be known.
Not everything needs to be known.
The space between curiosity and knowing is where possibilities live and it is in that space where I find purpose and joy.