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On occasion, the things I don't know I know, show up. When the things I don't know I know show up, it's usually after the fact. Recently when scanning through radio stations while driving in my car, the dial alit on a local station playing Shadow Song, a track from Supertramp's breakout self titled Supertramp album in which the maestros sing in intricate three part harmony. Suddenly I realized I was singing along with the third part. It was only afterwards ie after the fact when it dawned on me "Wow! I didn't know I know three part harmony!".
And then there are the things you don't know you don't know. In another conversation on another occasion we may speak of what you don't know you don't know as that which shapes you, as how you're thrown - in a word: as your epistemology. To be sure, in inquiring into whether or not you can take full responsibility for your life and for generating your own future ie for generating a future worth living into, there seems to be no way around, no avoiding a full on, in depth, face to face encounter ie a confront with your own epistemology ie with what you don't know you don't know.
But this time in this inquiry, in this conversation I'm not looking into what I don't know I don't know. I'm looking at the "I don't know I don't know" itself. I'm looking at the "I don't know I don't know" as mystery. And furthermore, in this particular context I'm not looking at mystery as that which evokes puzzlement or perplexity or chagrin or inadequacy ie a sense of not being up to the task - even though an experience of mystery is often accompanied by one or more of the above. Rather this time I'm simply allowing mystery to be mystery. When I allow mystery to be mystery, when I let it be, when I don't inquire into it, when I'm not puzzled or perplexed by it, when there's no chagrin or sense of inadequacy associated with not understanding it or not being able to figure it out, then ... something ... magical ... happens ...