We like to think that we are explorers… discoverers… adventurers. We like to think that we are exploring the unknown. We like to think that what we find is novel.
It is and yet often it is not.
Our exploration, discovery and adventures are mostly in the realms of what we do not know ourselves. Our time is most often spent exploring our own ignorance, rather than what is not known. Our discoveries make sense of the world that already is.
Isn’t that as it should be? That the biggest unknown that we explore is ourselves?
That we share that journey is a privilege not an opportunity to criticise others ignorance.
So what would a journey into the real unknown look like? An exploration of a realm where no one else has ever been? An adventure where much of what we could find would be novel?
I’m not sure that I know but I think it’s worth contemplating…
Perhaps not because we might embark on such an endeavour. Perhaps more that it might help us all appreciate that what each of us brings to the world is simply our novel selves. In that, aren’t we all explorers, discoverers and adventurers?