Understanding what it really means/Seeing the grey
Worked pretty much this entire weekend. Beat tired.
Life was simpler when you’re young. There was ever only black and white, good and evil, heroes and villains.
As you get older you realize there’s a lot of grey. Unless you never grow up. If you never grow up, then the world remains black and white. You don’t see the grey. Or all of the luck, stupid luck, and stupid involved in life.
If you see the grey, you see that there’s a lot of stupid involved in life.
Have you ever noticed that it’s the least educated, least traveled, least read of the people you know that have conspiracy theories? Because they have no background on which to base a logical conclusion, they make their own out of bits and pieces of trivia and fact.
They can’t discern the difference between knowledge and wisdom.
There’s this example in one of Malcolm Gladwell’s books where a writing teacher says to a buncha students that the election is the next day.
They’re to write about what it means.
And most of the kids write about the democratic process, the history of nation, the candidates, etc. Information, data, knowledge.
But one student understands what this really means. It means: No school tomorrow.
That’s wisdom. Understanding what things mean.
There’re people with the ability to see the grey and everyone else.
Stranger: How do they know they got the right guy? I mean, besides the shootout, the cop they shot, and the pictures, what evidence do they have these guys did anything?
Me: That’s true, besides the shootout, the cop they shot, the pictures – and the chase, the video, the ATM pics, the multiple eye-witnesses – besides those things, I suppose you’re right, they don’t have anything.