For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increases knowledge increases sorrow. In many cases, this has been my exact experience… although sometimes the sorrow bit is a long time coming!
I have an insatiable desire for information. I don’t want to know everything, but I want a working knowledge of most things. More often than not, I’m connected to intelligence that I’m not even seeking.
Knowledge must sometimes be kept secret, and in many ways this causes sorrow or at least regret. Knowledge informs our perceptions and forces us to face sad truths.
Despite the sorrow that may come with increased knowledge, I would rather be in the know, quiet with disdain for those who rush to make ill-informed assumptions, than to suffer the embarrassment of not knowing.