I don’t know anything.
Including this.
Everything I think I “know” is just a thought I’ve come to believe. I can question my thoughts, and when I do, I find that they are nothing more than imagination.
“What I think” and “what is” are two very different things. And I only have access to what I think.
I don’t know anything. I only think things and believe things. This is not woo-woo, this is not spiritual, this is just a factual assessment of the limitations of my abilities. I see that I will never have perfect objective insight into anything. And so I let the whole notion go.
“Don’t you feel lost moving through life not knowing anything?”
Quite the opposite: I notice that when I let go of “knowing,” I can allow myself to be carried along by “the way of it.” And when I do, the world miraculously falls into alignment with me. It seems to take over on my behalf. So over time I’ve slowly released (most of) my attachment to the idea that I know anything at all.
In the end, the less I think I know, the closer to the truth I seem and the more at home I feel.
It seems absurd, I know.
But it’s only the “knowing” that makes it seem so.