I love knowledge. It is, I feel, one way to really be free today. But what about the difference about what we really know and what we think we know. 

   Young, I had a strange feeling that knowledge didn’t come from the books. It was more like it was there in the air cause somebody had thought of it at some time, therefore it remain in some kind of archives always available to anybody caring to know. Well that is probably why I never studied and was among the ten first in my class. But I was specially best in the matters that I was naturally inclined to. My teachers were pissed with me cause they believed I was cheating cause I never wanted to do the home or class work they gave me. 

   A book is a way to record words about what we learn in contact with life but is not knowledge in itself. It is more to me a reference to some interesting experiences of knowing. Then if what is in the book not the real thing, then what is. All of the life out there. 

  There are many ways to see knowledge. For some and I could say the majority, it is something they find in a book and keep on repeating to others. They want people to believe they know something, but they are more like parrots, repeating what they read and heard. They usually don’t have enough real experience of what they talk about. But some well known scientist said it was true and that’s enough for them to build a career without questioning it. One other way is by experiencing a situation and coming up with an understanding. Then being able to compare to whatever has been experienced by other in the same field. 

   To me there is another dimension to knowledge. My experience was, since I was very young, about knowledge itself. For example, I was very gifted in many areas about mechanic, about repairing any kind of tools, machines. I never had a problem doing anything with my hands. But strangely enough, I never had to learn it. It was already there when I was born, I just could hold the screwdriver properly.. Ever since I met others that had particular skills they never had to learn. Where does it come from? How can it be available to some and not to rest? How does knowledge function?

  I see real knowledge as something bigger then people, bigger then what we make of it, sometimes just for our ego’s fulfilment. All we get to know should be for a betterment of ourselves, our understanding of this, much more strange universe then we can care to imagine. I do believe in something mysterious about it cause of the way I encountered it through my life. I never read any books about anything regarding scientific matter, whether it was material science like mechanics, or psychology, philosophy and still you could ask me any question about any of these and you got me talking about it for hours. So my relation to it is maybe particular but I do believe it is surely not a defect of my brain. There is something out there available to us. Much more then what we let ourselves acknowledge. Maybe are we caught in this believe of our smallness. That we need to go to school to feel worth listening to, get a ph.d.                No, knowledge is about having a certain passion for life or at least what interest us in this mysterious life. An instinct that bring us to look at things with a fresh eye and have the intelligence to think by ourselves, outside the box. 

   What creates knowledge is inspiration. It is those inspired people that has change our perception of the world. Lets not think those special people are Gods and we are just ants. The inspiration that drove them is there inside us as well. We can create new connections to that real knowing and make our world evolve even today.