117. Knowledge

A vice man once said that knowledge was a true opinion and another that it had its roots in thought. Icelandic dictionary Menningarsjóðs from 1963 says that knowledge is understanding, to know, and also intelligence. All those explanations are in itself alright as such but they are just other words for knowledge and don’t say anything about what knowledge is. The question, what is knowledge still stands?

Knowledge is collected supply or provisions of everything we have see, heard, read and tried and is stored in the brains memory. Knowledge is therefore an old memory.

Sometimes the knowledge is our and sometimes it belongs to somebody else. It can bee visual, hearing and action, one at a time ands sometimes all at the same time.
We see our surroundings, people or other and create an image of it in our minds, sometimes we hear someone explain what we see which then makes influence on the image we create. We get various experiences which is stored in our memory. And we gather knowledge from magazines and books. We store all this knowledge in our brains memory to call out and use when needed.

Knowledge can be of many kinds. Through books we get various an useful knowledge about how to build houses and bridges, also about various sickness and cure for it and so on and so on. Specialists such as psychoanalysts, sociologists and philosophizes tell us about the lives, behavior and thoughts of humans. Mediums and people with others supernatural abilities tell as about elves and other supernatural beings. Prejudice is one form of knowledge, where researches are used to increase difference between people. Or haven’t we heard that the white race is better than other, and that men are above women. Ore as Paul said, women should be quiet. (1 Tim. 2:11)

We then share all our knowledge with our fellow man. We write it down for others to use as curriculum, for teaching, to calculate all kind of researches and so on and so on.
We don’t let our own time be enough, for like our ancestors gave the knowledge to us verbally and through various books we give it the same way to the next generation. The heritance from the old to the young.

But why do we want to know? Gather knowledge? What is it within us that is always asking questions? Seeking answers?

That which encourages our search for knowledge is fear of being nothing. And we fear it because to know nothing is to be nothing.

There are two kinds of knowledge, superficial knowledge, to know with ones head, and deeper knowledge, to know with all our being.
When the knowledge is in our heads, we hear, see and read something we can quote but has no deeper meaning in our lives. It’s I who know. The knowledge is unreal. Dead.
When the knowledge is with all our being, it is part of us which we maybe can’t talk about or explain to others, just live. I am the knowledge. The knowledge is real. Alive.
In both cases is there an I present, on one hand as spectator, the one that sees, hears and reads and on the other hand as the one living the knowledge, and it makes no difference what kind of knowledge we are talking about.

To know something is to be something.
But like to know something is to be something to know nothing is to be nothing. And we fear nothing more than being invisible.
It’s I who knows and when there is no knowledge where is the I? Nowhere. The I is away. And we fear that more than anything.
To know nothing is to be nothing. And to be nothing is death. The end of the I. The end of all. Because the I is everything it can connect itself to. All our knowledge. The I can never be alone without everything. It can only be the center of our lives. I and everything I recognize, know.

Wisdom is not knowing all kind of things but to know nothing. For he who knows nothing has all potentials. As soon as he knows some or everything his potentials decrease accordingly. Therefore wisdom can only be to know nothing. Open for all possibilities. Constantly. To be. Here and now. Nothing else.

Can’t we feel how magnificent that is. Can’t we feel its power.

When the I is away the human stand alone and naked. Without all. Live. Nothing else.
Live is not something we know. We cant know live. We can only live it. Be it. All of it. Nothing left out.