Let me (not) Google that
"The task of the novelist is to deepen mystery...
but mystery is a great embarrassment of the modern mind", Flannery O'Connor
Is there a point at which the instant access to knowledge in our world becomes a liability rather than an asset? One liability we have all lived from time-to-time is the difficulty in holding someone's attention when a device goes off or reflex to check something finds us.
But one thing I've been thinking about in a number of ways recently may touch this topic in another way. When presented with the unknown, is there value in sitting with it for a period of time to ponder it? Should we immediately Google it or work to find comfort in our ignorance? Does reflexive looking up of a question yield us the depth of answer we really should be looking for? When suddenly fixated on finding an answer do we move towards grasping at the first thing or what sounds right to us? Do we bother to ask "why" when we find it or seek out the context around it?
Playing off what Flannery O'Connor said above, "how might we find discomfort in allowing ourselves to not know?"
Another person I have leaned on regularly when it comes to big questions is David Whyte who says, "A beautiful question starts to shape your identity as much by asking it as it does by having it answered."
What questions in our life, new or old, do we need to ponder more regularly. Is external research required for them or is internal contemplation? In today's fast-paced world, where are the moments when our pace needs to slow down versus speed up?
Go Forth Boldly