It is as though there are two people in each person:
one who knows what is going on, and
one who is forever struggling to find out.
The one who knows does not talk; the one who does not, never stops.
The one who knows has satisfiable appetites; the one who struggles is never placated.
The one who knows is self-centered, and a potential adversary to others, while the one who does not know can seemingly be one to himself.
The one who knows, physically maintains; and one who does not, mentally scrambles;
The one who knows, does; the one who does not, plots.
Within the non-routine scaffolding around the inner lives of a few people, the above offers a workable schematic, and useable explanation of what it is that uniquely drives the human species, and specifically titillates those select individuals.
The majority of homo sapiens silently feel their primary sense-of-self, to reside in the one in them who knows; for beyond any doubt or debate, it knows those things essential to be known, such as: how to find food and eat; stay warm and dry; lick its wounds, and perpetuate the race.
While with most people, the other self in them that does not know what is going on, is little more than a voice in their head that gives a running criticism of the manifestations of other peoples’ “don’t know” self. Unaware, via this situation, do all people contribute to man’s collective struggle to find-out-what-is-going-on.
No matter the extent of your education or factual knowledge, from one view, the one in you who does not know what is going on is a giddy idiot-child.
J.