I don't believe in post modernism... but only just
I don’t know whether this happens to many people, but it’s happening to me. Every converation I’m having seems like one I’ve had already. It moves in predictable ways, and many times I don’t really feel bothered to complete my sentences, or even the conversation. It must feel like I trail off or something.
I learnt something about wisdom, though. Knowledge is like knowing something is going to hurt. Wisdom is having felt the pain. I can tell someone that it hurts, but I can’t tell them how. There are no words. More and more of my life is driven towards wordless ideas. It’s like I’ve maxed out my knowledge and I’m heading towards wisdom.
And I find it in the strangest places, and in the most beautiful and terrible ways...