I have a very uneasy relationship with my incapacity. I think many of us do, if not all of us. I used to be quite pleased with knowledge, certain of what I knew I knew. That is, until I learned that everything I knew was wrong, that I could only know some bit of what there is to know, and lacking a gestalt that could be absolutely certain, what little bits I could know were certainly qualified by other things I did not, and could not, know, which made what I knew factually incorrect.

As people we cannot avoid making judgments. I have resigned myself to acting as if I was right upon doing my best to ascertain what I can know, and being prepared to eat my words upon learning I am wrong when I inevitably do. I hope that this approach to knowledge has caused me to express my knowledge with humility, and to accept my correction with grace.

"Don’t search for the answers..."

That I cannot do. Like a lawyer, I don't want to ask others any questions I don't know the answer to. The best I can do is to refrain from making my poor judgments until I am satisfied I have understanding I cannot refute, and then state my beliefs as forthrightly as I can, prepared to be disproved at any time. Neither do I believe I can overanalyze something. If I still have uncertainty about things then I set traps for myself by making judgments about them, and in the press and hurly burly of life, I find that it is sometimes necessary to make judgments and act on them as best I am able. However, absent such necessity, I stew and wrassle things indefinitely. I am still resolving trauma from losing a spelling bee in the Seventh Grade. I hope this makes me state things in such a way that eating my words later finds them as palatable as possible.

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