The Man Who Thought He Knew

I need a break from my theological thoughts,views, and opinions. So therefore, you'll get to see the other side of me in the next few blog posts, hopfully my sense of humor won't be to dry. Anyways, enjoy.

Life's a funny thing. The less you know, the easier it is to learn. The more you know, the less willing you become. Or, if you're like me, what you think you know is actually very little, and everything you've forgotten was probably important. But since you can't tell which is what and where it went, you end up wondering what you're talking about and go off to the corner to sulk. Alone. Wearing a dunce cap.

Well, something like that.

If you haven't grasped it yet, the idea here is that my memory is shoddier than a toothpick. Which is not to say toothpicks are shoddy, but you probably wouldn't want to build a suit of armor from them. Unless that's your thing, in which case my slew of issues suddenly seem less problematic.

Let's face it, though. All that I know, all that I'll ever know, all that I've forgotten... most of it's useless, pointless, and meaningless. Sure, learning how to eat with a fork and knife are worthwhile skills, unless you need to aerate your forehead, but I'm talking about "important" things. Preconceptions, evaluations, high-concept ideas and delusions of grandeur. You with me so far? No? Where'd I lose you, back at toothpicks? Yeah, it was a pretty questionable comparison.

Anyway, it's time to fill my head with worthwhile pieces of information and history. Less self-loathing and regret, more enthusiasm and vigor for life. More... dare I say it? A select few are reading closely. Yes, I dare. I must fill it with passion! No, no, not that kind of passion. I don't need any more of that, thanks. I'm hopeless enough as it is. No, I mean a passion for something other than my own selfish whims. A passion for something much greater, something eternal.

Well, I won't find it while writing this blog, nor will you while reading it. So go do something else for now.