For lack of knowledge

I am sometimes humbled by the realization of all that I will never know.

...the details of science and technology- the product of millenia of thoughts that are taken for granted at every moment... even now as I portray language to you through a near unimaginable number of switches clicking on and off.

...the life and emotions and sacredness of every other soul that one passes every day, especially in the city. One sees thousands upon thousands and never gives more than a passing thought (or often a passing finger) to their lives even though it must be known that their hearts are just as valuable as ones own.

...the history of so many peoples lost to time and blood. Their names and individual stories and brilliant thoughts that will never be passed on because we believe that truth is now written not spoken or sung.

...the inner workings of space and time and the universe are so unfathomable as to make the logic of their mechanisms ever incomprehensible, but the awe at their mystery worth the imaginations of generations of generation of generations.

So I am starting to come to terms with the notion that I will never know everything...
as much as I might want to...
and as many wikipedia entries I read .

But I am glad that we, as these generations of generations of generations, have individually focused on what we love, because that is all that matters.