One looks out with real curiosity at the world and wonders. All those passing people, all the stories untold are mysteries that feed an inner curiosity. One wants to know, but one doesn't know.
"The problem always comes back to the fact that we do not know what we do not know. We are not conscious of that which we are unconscious. We do not apprehend that which lies beyond our instruments of apprehension. The wise from Socrates to the present, know that they do not know, so all of life remains a mystery, a curiosity, which gets, as British astronomer J.B.S. Haldane once concluded, ever curiouser and curiouser." (Hollis, Mythologems, p. 29)Children, like this girl are also wise, an instinctual wisdom, as they know that they don't know. So many adults, in fear of the unknown, proclaim truths and hold to the "hard facts" of science or the "word" of their religions. Curiosity is a danger as it questions and doubts.
Did our world emerge out of a big bang or was it created by some deity or . . . ? So many answers claiming the "truth," the ultimate answer. Yet, the truth is that we don't know, that we can never be conscious of the unconscious. And coming to realise that I don't know any of the answers, I allow myself to become curious, especially about the questions themselves and where the questions come. What is it within the human psyche that probes into the unknown in search of beginnings, that searches for the roots of self?