People typically have an obsession with knowing. Sometimes we direct it toward passing circumstances of weather and headline news, other times we want to comprehend the how’s and why’s of the world’s inner workings.
We ought to learn and understand as much as we can, but respect the limits of the pursuit. Even if we were able to find the key that unlocks the meaning of all, it wouldn’t make us happier. The way the world works is sad in many respects. Do we really want to become experts on sadness?
I use to say I’d take a sad reality over a happy delusion any day, but I’m starting to question this. Sometimes we’re just better off not knowing.