Once You Know Too Much, You Can Never Know Enough

 As an insatiable reader, I have an equally ravenous appetite for knowledge. This thirst has been worsened by social media, and I find myself at times plunging into rabbit holes that were best left unexplored. As a person that generally has no political affiliation beyond, "live and let live," I am often dangerously opinionated on topics to the contrary of both the Red and Blue American Political parties. We have been conditioned for binary thinking, and for those of us that do not adhere to this ploy, we are often hated by all.

While information can lead to freedom, it can equally lead to mania. There are infinite corridors these days for us to get lost in, chasing AI generated ghosts and corroborated tactical misinformation until we forget what we were even mad about to begin with. Who should I trust? 

If, you must trust anyone, do it with due diligence and skepticism. While there are things that will always remain true (I must breathe air, or perish), those truths can quickly erode if we are not vigilante in asking questions to those in authority, and holding them accountable to the newest "truth".

That is where the crux of the ascent turns to a free fall. Some of us have seen into the unknowable realm, and have left it mostly unharmed and refuse to ever visit it again. Some of us are destined to climb that mountain many times, to meet that crux again and again and never make it past. And fewer still will make the full send, finally making it past the part of the journey that everyone thought was impassable. But, maybe its because you didn't follow everyone else's beta, and you broke from convention.

This is the danger of curiosity. It can become so utterly intoxicating and maddening, that no matter how many times you fail, you have an indefatigable determination that doesn't care. So what if you lose? So what if you fall again and again? Who cares? I'm not here to win anything, I am here to persevere.

And this ability to push onward, no matter the circumstance, is not a natural inclination, it is one that is wrought in severe places. Often, its a relic from childhood trauma, where you were forced to survive, and if you had siblings to protect, your ferocity to persist is beyond this mortal coil. You should have died many times, but you wouldn't allow it. Your death would mean you could no longer protect the people and ideas you hold dear, so even death must wait a little longer, until you are sure that which you cherish is safe.

This, insatiable ability to persist is what makes imagination the most deadly of abilities. For not only can you know what you know, but you can imagine you know, and sometimes that speculation becomes real.