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 direct access to what I think.
I don’t know anything. I only think things and believe things. This is not woo-woo, 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 seems to miraculously fall into alignment with me (what’s actually happening is that I fall into alignment with it). And so it can take over on my behalf, as it is meant to do (and is always doing, without my knowing). 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.