I keep thinking about all the certainties I read about; all the people who know
- everything that is being plotted;
- the secret levers behind every news story;
- the “real” history that has been hidden from us;
- the true secret intentions of this or that person in the news.
I lose patience. My thoughts go roughly like this.
Let me see if I have this straight.
- You never studied economics or political science or the history of our own time, let alone the thousands of years it took to get here, but you know the inner workings of banking, lobbying, and backroom deals.
- You haven’t studied philosophy or psychology or religion, so you don’t really have any idea why people believe various things or act various ways, but you can infallibly tell me who is good and who is evil, and your take on the existence and nature God (whether pro or con) is, of course, infallible.
- You don’t read biographies or memoirs or histories and compare people’s stories, but you know the villains of the piece and you know for sure every mistake anyone ever made.
- You haven’t run for office, or even so much as folded envelopes in a campaign, but you know all about the inner workings of politics.
- You don’t read the literature of your own country, let alone that of other countries, let alone literature in a foreign language, but you know all you need to know about the meaning of life.
I think I understand, and I don’t know quite how to express my gratitude. Well, yes I do. I have a request. Kindly lower your volume and reduce the number of things you are certain of. Otherwise, please shut up. Know-it-all-ism is one thing not currently in short supply.