Some, anyway.
I know, as in am aquainted with well enough to judge (meanig to understand, evaluate moods, anticipate reactions), to some extent, some people. I know a little bit about me.
I love hoe Socrates said, "Only one thing I know, and that is that I know nothing." Perhaps he was right. But knowledge and wisdom are two separate things (I've read Franny and Zooey) and I think I won't beat myself up about what I do know and what I don't know, not just yet.
What brought this on?
Before writing it, I was reading a bit on the Enlightenment when I saw that question. Thought it'd be fun to see how people here would answer it. Link's below:
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Illusions fall like the husk of a fruit, one after another, and the fruit is experience. - Narrator, Sylvie