I don’t know

The other day I happened to read Wislawa Szymborska‘s Nobel Lecture. I don’t know much about her, just that she won the Nobel Prize in Literatures in 1996, and that she died in February this year. I’ll look up some of her poems, for now I’ll leave you with this quote from her lecture.

This is why I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended. If Isaac Newton had never said to himself “I don’t know,” the apples in his little orchard might have dropped to the ground like hailstones and at best he would have stooped to pick them up and gobble them with gusto. Had my compatriot Marie Sklodowska-Curie never said to herself “I don’t know”, she probably would have wound up teaching chemistry at some private high school for young ladies from good families, and would have ended her days performing this otherwise perfectly respectable job. But she kept on saying “I don’t know,” and these words led her, not just once but twice, to Stockholm, where restless, questing spirits are occasionally rewarded with the Nobel Prize.

“I don’t know” is a little phrase I think and say quite often. So I guess I’ll do great things! 😉