There is a moment when growing up feels complete. You say to yourself: that is it, now I understand how life works. I know what fits me, how to behave, even how to dress. Knowledge becomes a kind of line, and crossing it gives a strange calm. As if confusion is behind you.
But every point of knowledge is also a stopping place. We think we have found the answer, when maybe we have only found a form that lets us rest for a while. What we call understanding may be nothing more than a temporary shelter from uncertainty.
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