I really feel like the application process is designed to make one feel completely inadequate. On the other hand, that may be because I am not qualified. I think I'm qualified for one program in particular, however. (No names. I don't want to jinx it, even though if you know me, you know which program I'm talking about. It's something to do with writing, maybe. If I write it, it will be real, and there's only so much hope - I mean confidence - I can muster.) I finished a personal statement, but at 1200 words, with two major topics to throw in, I realize I'm supposed to have 500 words. Talk about concise. I just wrote a 60-page argument, and now I'm supposed to sell myself to a committee in two pages? Well, plus the 20-page writing sample that is said 60-pager, but still.
Anyway, I was journaling just now and actually thought - as if I am used to thinking in proverbs - that the more I know the less I understand, and really my thinking of it is more of the song lyric (Don Henley, which I'm listening to right now, actually), but I couldn't think of Don Henley, so I googled it, and there were all these blurbs of people asking what it meant, so I wrote my version.
The more I know, the less I understand means that increased knowledge comes (by definition) with the knowledge that there is more beyond it, so it does not mean that the less, quantitatively, I understand, but on the contrary that the more understanding I gain, the more I understand that there is so much more to understand and that I will never understand.
But we try.
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