Knowledge

To have knowledge is to discover, to discern what was previously unperceived, and perhaps the parts of the word itself carry a warning about the nature of such a realisation – that the moment one comes into knowledge of something, one crosses a line, one steps over an edge into an unfamiliar darkness the dimensions of which only slowly become apparent, a "ledge" beyond which gravity loses its certainty and after which we may be free to fall.

To have knowledge, then, is to subject oneself to considerable danger, to the whim of fact that may come either as a dawn of realisation or a discovery that plunges one into an abyss. This is because hope lies in the indeterminate, the ambiguous and the unknown. It is curiosity that places us at the rim of the precipice, yet ironically it is also hope that makes us take the step into space.

To want to have knowledge is therefore a leap of faith. We stand at the threshold with our hearts wildly beating, our breath faltering, our souls rigid as the firmness of faith fights our fear of falling, and the struggle might lead to a standstill if it were not for a lingering doubt in all things human. We fall forward finally with the weight of a question mark on our backs.

Falling, is therefore about the loss of innocence, and if we fall what rushes toward us with the violence of reality is then the hugeness of consequence, the inevitability of The End because ignorance is no longer a defence and the one invisible force we can believe in turns out to be gravity. It is about Adam and Eve, but it is also about Abraham and Isaac.

Knowledge, then, is as much about knowing the lines we are about to cross as it is about knowing the truth. To have knowledge is also to know the ledge we cannot step over: the dreams we should have never have lived in, the memories we should never have lived out, the words we should have left unshared. We will fall hard and fast when we step unknowingly over that ledge, if we do not have the faith to walk on air.

Hong Kong

Edith Wharton once said that if we all stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time, and I guess that applies to our trip to Hong Kong. The first thought that probably came to my mind when I arrived was that Hong Kong was somehow a real city, founded firmly on the strength of capitalism and the principle of laissez faire, the buildings arrayed and aligned according to the will of the invisible hand rather than governmental edict. After the somewhat regimental nature of the past two years, Hong Kong provided a stark contrast with its unfettered lifestyle and freewheeling rollercoasters, though the unrelenting push of market forces did seem to take its toll on pedestrian walking speeds and general stress levels amongst the population. Still the food was good, Ocean Park was great, Macau amazingly glitzy and the company awesome, so the trip overall turned out splendid :)

On the other hand, I think the rollercoasters in Hong Kong prepared me well for the reeling and lurching of my first few driving lessons.

The flowers of the field

Life has been familiar, comfortable and commonplace in a thoroughly satisfying way, with none of the edginess, disquiet and desperate pursuits that characterize so much of our time. This must be what a happy retirement is like, where time and freedom are synonymous with each other and life is a handpicked assortment of people, places and events, filled with enough decadence and laughter to put the past into perspective and enough convenient surprises and fulfilled expectations to make so much of the future worth looking forward to.

All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever.

- 1 Peter 1:24