Just imagine what it would be like if you knew everything. There were no facts that you had to look up, because you had them all on board anyway. You’d wipe the floor at the pub quiz every time!
But wouldn’t that be ever so boring? I spend my life desperately trying to find out as many new things as I can, because I enjoy the thrill of the chase, but the arrival can sometimes be a bit of an anti-climax. I have the answer – now what?
My working life, from which I retired this time last year, was as a professional fact finder in that I was trained as a librarian, and my job was to find things out and show other people how to do so. The good thing about this job is that, even when the answer has been found, there is someone next in the queue with a fresh question!
One big irony in my life, though, is that there is a question that I shall never know the answer to, and that is – who am I? I have no idea who my natural father was, and my natural mother is only a name.
So is my thirst for knowledge a substitute for not seeking an answer to that basic question about me? I can imagine some latter-day Dr Freud suggesting that very thing!
And no – I don’t want to know everything. I just want to be comfortable wallowing in a bottomless pit of ignorance with a few gobbets of knowledge thrown in just to make life interesting!