Do we want to know?

Do we gather around the things that you know that I know? Or do we gather around the things that you don't know, that I also don't know?

Do we protect each other from the knowing in gathering in our unknowing? Do we feel safe in not knowing – with each other? And if I then bring the knowledge, or you bring the knowledge, how does the other react?

What if we found joy in the knowledge finding us unknowing, offering not for the last time the experience of getting to know something or someone? Rather than focussing on who we were, not knowing, and who we might become, knowing, we could choose to not be so damn precious about knowing or not knowing. I think this would be a lot more fun.