tolerance for ambiguity

I think happiness as someone enlightened to the necessarily ambiguous nature of life is finding ways to feel like the supreme void of things we'll never know can be encapsulated as one thing we can know. In other words, to affect a smug satisfaction that we are the only ones who admit the search for knowledge will lead to more questions only.

Quantum physics are so fantastically irrelevant to our lives that they're more like art which strives to say something but cannot bodily do anything than any science. To unravel the mysteries of the universe! What a pleasant crock of shit! There is the mystery of what the man with a strange look in his eye on the train is thinking, which is equally irrelevant but so much more real that I think it's a more worthy goal. Then again, perhaps we could invent some new form of energy which turn humans into a spacefaring civilization, which is in my opinion one of the most admirable goals we have as a race.

Sometimes, I just don't want to know.