Human thought wants to know what is going on. It wants to know what is going on with any matter that catches its attention and that is thought’s job. The more is thought a programmed ingredient in a man’s life, the stronger will be his belief that thought can eventually know what is going on regarding everything from man’s religiosity to the origin of the universe, and it is not part of thought’s job description to doubt this.
But there is one thing thought, (and thus man), can never know. It is not the pseudo-humble, insightfully-appearing, self-effacing admission by some that perhaps man will never fully know “the nature of God, or what existed before the Big Bang” et al. These are but meaningless defensive mutterings minds may make when momentarily maneuvered into a verbal corner. All-in-all, day-in-and-day-out, men’s thought has no abiding belief in itself having any fixed limits. Indeed having such would hamper its rightful operations, and this is the trading floor that supports men dealing in hopes, dreams and opinions, and each man offering his as fact.
From an out of town, up on a mountain, looking back, bushwhacker’s view, not only is there one specific thing thought will never know – there is nothing that thought knows even now. Stomachs can only speculate on the nature of man, and man on the essence of life, and while nothing is certain in Vegas, church or the track, you can count on this:
Anyone who tells you the name of the force driving life is a fool.
No one knows or can know, and it is not ignorance to make such an admission, anything but… (although to ordinary minds it doesn’t seem very exciting).
…Wake up to what’s really going on, then take up bungee jumping if you require additional excitement.
J.