A Grain of Sand

No-one knows very much.
There is simply too much information for anyone to have a grasp of it all, or even a good portion of it.
Ergo we are most of us ignorant
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What does the surgeon know of growing rice? What does the pig farmer know of software development? What does the rich man know of poverty? What does the Mandarin Chinese speaker know of Urdu? What does the New Yorker know of the daily life of a Kenyan? Who is good and who is bad in your neighbourhood, and what do the people in the next town know of that?

Collectively our species has a vast amount of knowledge.Individually we know almost nothing.What do we know of what happened before? What knowledge have we had that is lost? What was discovered and subsequently hidden or forgotten? What information is known by some that would change the lives of us all if we shared that knowledge?What can we learn in the short time we have, each one of us?

Our minds are shackled, never reaching their full potentiality, beginning to become less effective after a mere 50 years or less, by which time, try as we might, we can learn so little of the whole that in effect we are almost without knowledge.

It’s as if at birth we are given a desert of sand and asked to count the grains. We would die almost before we had begun.

It is by organising ourselves that we reap the benefits and consequences of the accumulated knowledge that we have.

It would take all seven billion of us to count those grains of sand.
If we were asked to measure each grain, categorise each grain in terms of size or slight variation in shape and colour, again we would all be dead before we had advanced a few inches across the desert. If we had to describe each grain after examination under a microscope and after performing a number of tests to determine the specific rock-type and then record that information to be passed to the next generation then that next generation would never even get to the task of counting, measuring and testing more grains of sand because they would spend their entire lives learning what we had found.

That is where we are in terms of information.

Many of our human family are searching for truth.
In searching for this truth the seeker most often tries to broaden their knowledge, hampered of course by the limitations of their minds and their life span, hampered too by the resources available and the truthfulness or otherwise of those resources.
Some become expert in one area, know nothing of others.
Some become experts in an area that is entirely a false creation, lost in the fog of disinformation.

Most follow whatever information is presented to them, never sourcing truth for themselves but bathing in the asses milk of someone else’s endeavour and calling it research, pretending knowledge when in fact they are parroting data, much of which might be erroneous or deliberately misleading.

What few understand is that the search for truth does not involve the acquisition of knowledge.

The truth is not found through the expansion of information, will never be found by trying to count and measure and test every grain of sand. This is an impossibility.

The truth is found in distillation, in cutting away.
There is no detail to it.
The truth is simple.
We can all learn the truth.
We probably know all we need to know of it at the moment of our conception.

When you cut everything away, when you reduce and reduce and reduce, when you simplify and distil, when you clear your mind of facts and details and history and religion and science and football and philosophy then you find the truth.

It’s a strange thing to get your head around at first, but within that truth you find the answer to everything. One grain of sand tells you all you need to know about the desert. The whole story is there.
The distillation of all knowledge is truth.
The truth is love.

Amongst the thousands of “truth” sites provided for the seeker by the masters of our reality you will find none that distil, none that do not add to the mountain of stuff that fogs the mind and clouds the vision.

Around the world grow movements, the murmurings of revolution are heard everywhere, great anticipation is gathering momentum, detail upon detail is force-fed into the consciousness of a humanity that is awakening in an attempt to obfuscate, to confuse, to anger.

New control and belief systems are being nurtured, old control and belief systems are being exposed for what they are, the world is building to a crescendo of change and that change is being orchestrated.
And everywhere there is detail.
Everywhere there is too much information for one to encompass, too much for us all together to master though we spend our lives trying.

We are being deceived into looking outwards to find what is inside, for once humanity takes that simple step then the world will transform.

It is for this reason that I like The Moment.

William Blake (and just there is a world of detail and debate in itself) wrote this:

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

The truth is simple.
It’s love.

Olive Farmer.