I’ve devoted much of my mental capacity to understanding the nature of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness over the last 72 or so hours. Today, I read a poem by T.S. Eliot, an icon in poetry and literature from the 20th century. I appreciate how in-tune 20th century messages are - with the passing of the generations. His poem on Wisdom seems to blur the lines between wisdom, attention, authenticity, science, and clarity:
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless intervention, endless experiment,
Bring knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word…
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The clarify I often find in poetry makes me reconsider how much I really understand about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.