There are many things i do not know and will never learn.
Algebra remains a mystery. String theory. Piano. I have never learnt to ride a motorbike. I do not know how to program in C+ and i don’t even know if anyone still learns.
I do not know how to find the corpus callosum, despite a keen interest in neurology and i doubt i could relocate your dislocated shoulder.
I cannot swim more than a length and speak no Spanish. Or Russian. I can quote Einstein in Twitter sized bites, but will never read his works.
I read many books: i will never read them all.
I have been to many places, but will never get a full set.
The things we do not know vastly outweigh our knowledge: but what we do not know simply describes our wisdom. We are not defined by ignorance, but rather through that which we learn.
Our ability to remain curious in the face of overwhelming ignorance is what makes us special.
When we define ourselves by our ignorance, our limits are endless.
When we keep learning, it’s the possibilities that have no end.