Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Knowledge


I hear a bird call in the North woods, that I am very familiar with, but I don't know who makes it. I am struck by this familiarity without having a picture in my mind of the singer. I would probably recognize the bird even though I don't know the song. This seems to be an unspicific way of knowing, and I am left wondering about how many other such knowledges a carry, yet to be completed.

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