What do I know?

So how will you treat me in my ignorance?

How will you deal with your perception of my knowing?

Will you angrily yell the facts at me and hang up the phone?

Will you look down your intelligent nose and laugh at my lack of understanding? Will you make sure that I get it- repeating 2 times then sending me 8 links to concrete the knowledge?

Will you admit that you don’t know either – but commit to figuring it out with me?

Will you give me a chance to know?

To ask? To make mistakes? To fail?

What will you choose?

Will you quit loving me because I don’t “listen”?

Will you remember that your lessons aren’t necessarily my lessons?

Will you remind me to know for myself?

I only ask because maybe my ignorance is your ignorance and my knowing is your knowing… Or maybe we are all ignorant and we just don’t know?

How will you treat me in my ignorance?

What if we chose to perceive ignorance as a representation of infinite knowledge potential?

*Laughs – What if?

We are learning and teaching each other all the time – So may I have your patience ’cause I just wanna know?