Know Thyself

It’s funny to me how easily people confuse knowing a few clever facts with actually being something. For example: I can explain Schrödinger’s Cat well enough to sound interesting at a dinner table, but I’m not a physicist. If the conversation drifts into real quantum mechanics, I’m out almost immediately. I am a businessman and didn’t go to college. “I know what I know and I know what I don’t know.”

And that doesn’t bother me one bit. Knowing about something doesn’t mean it shapes your identity. Most of what we “know” functions as conversational decoration—not something that defines our lives or anchors our decisions.

Which leads to the more important question:

If knowledge doesn’t define identity, what does?

For me, everything starts with Christ. I know not everyone reading this shares that belief. That’s fine. Respect cuts both ways. I don’t expect anyone to live by my convictions, but I’m also not going to pretend they aren’t central to who I am.

I am a child of God first. That’s the id…