The word ‘ignorance’ comes from the Latin for not knowing. We think we’re wise when we know, stupid when we don’t. But the reverse is true. True knowing is spontaneous, not stored up.
Our comfort zone is what we know. What we know is the past, a carefully curated twig-and-feather arrangement. What we don’t know—and insulate ourselves against—is magnum mysterium. This is the state of not knowing anything at all.