To Know…

I’d been stewing about the world’s tumultuous situations, and had just been thinking that “the older I get, the less I really know” when I ran across this image and quote: “To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the true knowledge.” (Socrates)socrates quote.jpg

It was suddenly apparent to me how “knowledgeable” I had already become, because I truly know so very little.

Over the years, I’ve found that people seldom ask for advice; and even when they do ask, it is more so as a confirmation to their own way of thinking rather than for a counter-statement to be considered.

It isn’t that they wish to be suddenly awakened from their existing ignorance. It is only that they wish to believe that they are NOT ignorant because they believe things to be a certain way.  It is far less about “knowing” and actual wisdom accrued, and more about reaffirming their “belief and opinion” on the subject in question, whether substantiated or not.

Because to truly “know” is to understand how limited our present state of consciousness is to comprehending anything but the simplest of situations and motives.

I mean seriously, …just look at that image. Look at the birth and death dates for Socrates himself: 469 – 399 BC.  It would appear that he must have lived his life backwards in time. 70 years of walking backwards to us in the present was actually a forward gait toward free-thought and refusal to bend to political pressure.

The apparent time paradox is that a particular point in time was chosen for the historical reference point of Western civilization, i.e.: the Gregorian Calendar’s approximate birth of Jesus the Christ, which meant that anything that happened prior to that approximated date was designated as Before Christ, or BC, and counted backward as it approached that birth date.  Likewise, anything after that date was designated as Anno Domini, or AD, and greek calendar.jpgcounted forward from that date. The Gregorian Calendar is pretty specific on one particular religion’s chief priority date.

But to Socrates when he was actually living his life forward in what was then considered a Greek calendar—probably Athenian, he lived 70 years facing forward toward his death date, not backwards away from it.

Here’s a historical “calendar” comparison for the date and year of January 1, 2000:


Calendar Date
Gregorian 1 January 2000
Babylonion Year 2749
Buddhist Year 2544
Chinese Cycle 78, year 16 (Ji-Mao), month 11 (Wu-Yin), day 25 (Wu-Wu)
Egyptian Year 6236
Ethiopian 23 Takhsas 1993
French Décade II, Duodi de Nivôse de l’Année 208 de la Révolution
Greek 22 Kiyahk 1716
Hebrew 23 Teveth 5760
Islamic 24 Ramadan 1420
ISO Day 6 of week 52 of year 1999
Julian 19 December 1999
Mayan Long count =; tzolkin = 9 Ahau; haab = 8 Kankin
Persian 11 Dey 1378


Now does the Gregorian Calendar really depict all known historical events in a true chronological timeline from the first recorded civilizations until the present?   Not really. It is pretty focused on regional significance within a Christian-based context.

The next image is a chronological timeline of known world civilizations depicted per the Gregorian Calendar’s BC/AD point of reference just to give a little additional perspective to civilizations prior to that BC/AD designation date.


The only thing I “KNOW” for certain in this writing honoring the wisdom of Socrates, is that a single-point perspective and an observer’s reference points are key determiners when assessing any situation and for defining the motives of all involved in decision making.

It doesn’t mean that one or two folks have all the answers to the world’s problems.

But it does mean that the world has come a long way in various stages of development to have reached the present world situations.  And no single perspective or point of reference should be the determiner of how those problems are resolved. It has to be a group effort.

As it presently stands, I may not “KNOW” much.  But I do “KNOW” that.

The Macrocosm within the Microcosm

pretty dropsI love droplet images. They reflect multiple perspectives of everything existing around them. To me they symbolize the holographic macrocosm (Universe) captured within a microcosm of tensional integrity (the water droplet itself). Bucky Fully coined that tensional integrity as “tensegrity.”

As for the hologram, per Wikipedia: “The hologram itself is not an image … It is an encoding of the light field as an interference pattern of seemingly random variations in the opacity, density, or surface profile of the photographic medium.”

In other words, wdroplets on milkweedhat you see in the droplet depends on your own angle of perspective and how your eyes translate those patterns of light that they receive. In effect, your Universe is defined by how you perceive it to be and what your brain (your central processing unit) is capable of comprehending from the limited data it is inputting at that moment.

Not real sure where I’m going with this other than to say that tiny crystalline water droplet represents the universe as we know it captured within the compressed reflections of seeming randomness visible to the perceiver.

It is NOT the real thing other than being a droplet of water.golden droplet

But it holographically depicts our reality as well as any other sensing device we utilize to decipher our world.

The droplet symbolizes “the macrocosm within the microcosm,” just as we humans often believe ourselves to be mirror images of a greater being—a Creator who infinitely multiplied itself into a waterdrops.jpgprevious void and in so doing, populated the Universe with microcosmic sensing devices to further its own awareness of itself.

We float around the universe and relate to each other similar to the function of living cells in the human physical anatomy: All cells are independent of each other. They have specific functions per their location within the human body; but all cells are related in their purpose and intention to perform their individual tasks in unity for the perpetuation of the greater whole.droplet everything

Perhaps sometimes a water droplet is just a pretty, sparkling-in-the-morning-sunlight appendage hanging precariously from a large blade of bended grass.

And sometimes it might be everything that ever is, was, or will be.