I came upon this rather great realization: I am a complete idiot. Really, I am. Someone without a clue in the world, hoping to goodness that he won’t screw things up, but always managing to do so. In a dream, I saw myself in years before, a world away, saw his complete and utter stupidity; I grabbed him and said, “You know the difference between you and me? I know I’m an idiot!” And in things related to that which is above, where my head likes to dwell, we must accept this humility. Only those two types of people: ones who are idiots, and ones who know they are. It is an amazing leveler of pride. For after all, if we think on it, we see that we can scant comprehend anything of the transcendent. We do the best we have without any real idea of what is out there, and since we are so blind, we will inevitably mess things up. So I think there is something of wisdom to understand this — but what do I know, after all, being what I am?