The knowledge of not-knowing

There is a point where the search becomes silent.

Not because we have received answers to all questions, but because we no longer search for them in the same way.

For a long time, man believes that knowledge is power.

That the more he sees, hears, understands, the closer he gets to the truth.

But when he gets far enough, he realizes that the world is not infinite because he does not know it, but because it cannot be closed in understanding.

Knowledge only grows as long as the soul can bear it.

Then suddenly the string is stretched, and something that was previously covered by noise speaks: the silence that was always behind it.

That is where true meaning begins.

When we no longer want to name things, we just let them exist.

Just as the sun does not know that it is light, nor does water know that it reflects.

Whoever gets this far,

has not lost his knowledge — he just no longer needs to be right.

Understanding ultimately does not mean knowing why something is,

but rather the peace that we do not have to know everything.

Because not knowing is also part of the order.

The wise man does not find the answer in words,

but in the moment when he no longer has any questions.

Where knowledge falls silent, the soul finally begins to hear.