We're down to our last 10 days in the Springs. I have been spending most of my time recently sorting, selling, giving, and throwing away the seemingly endless amount of "stuff" we've accumulated in our thirty-odd years of life. The rest of the hours have been devoted to giving the kids their final smörgåsbord of Coloradoness. And whenever I can squeeze it in, I am reading reading reading.
The Persian-Tajik poet Ibn Yamin (1286-1368) spoke of four types of men: One who knows and knows that he knows… His horse of wisdom will reach the skies. One who knows, but doesn’t know that he knows… He is fast asleep, so you should wake him up! One who doesn’t know, but knows that he doesn’t know… His limping mule will eventually get him home. One who doesn’t know and doesn’t know that he doesn’t know… He will be eternally lost in his hopeless oblivion! Of course we are all at any given moment some combination of each of the four men. I am currently overwhelmed by the third category. The more I read, the more I am aware of how much more there is to know. But it won't be until we really sink our teeth into this venture that the true enormity of the last category will come to light.
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