The more I learn, the more I learn how little I have really learned

Another week, another creative writing class.

This time, for our first exercise, we were given a list of four sentence fragments and instructed to compose a piece based around one of them. I opted for, “The one thing I know for sure…”

Question Everything

“The one thing I know for sure, is that I know nothing”.

The sharp intake of breath from the speaker’s audience was immediate. He knew nothing?! All were devoted followers of the man’s teachings. Some had been with him his entire life. Others had given up their vocations and even their families in order to be avid students full-time. They were, as one, in awe of his wisdom, his erudition, his far-sightedness. Their collective admiration for him knew no bounds.

Yet here he was, at the twilight of his remarkable life, telling them that he was as ignorant of life’s mysteries as they were. As rude awakenings went, this one took some beating. They looked at one another with confusion and bewilderment in their eyes, struck dumb by the revelation. Where they would go from here, not one of them had a clue.

The philosopher reclined in his chair, satisfied with the reaction. Finally, Socrates had managed to show his disciples that in this existence, above all, nothing is certain.

Solidarity brothers & sisters…★

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About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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