To share with the world, maybe, or maybe just to share with you. Probably just with you, actually, now that I think about it. You would be more than enough.
But this would not be the same sort of knowledge you find inside of books. I have read an awful lot of books, and although it’s true that nobody hardly reads the things anymore – so in that sense, a book might be the perfect place to hide something you do not wish for anyone to find! – I do not believe that I have, personally, ever stumbled across a real live secret hidden in the pages of a book.
I have read many books. And I have unscrolled scrolls, looking for something that somebody somewhere had missed the first time around. Scrolls that were placed into long wooden tubes and then buried underground, where they were guarded by stone giants with heads that looked like animal heads and bodies that looked like human bodies only much, much bigger than the human bodies of the people you know.
And you would have thought – or, let me say, I thought, at least, as though my thinking is any sort of indicator of what the average person on the street thinks – that if somebody was going to go through so much trouble to protect a piece of information, that the information would have to be important indeed! Right?
But I have read the books and I have read the buried scrolls and it was all very pedestrian. Very ordinary. If I were to, say, whisper it in your ear right here and right now, it is not something you would even recognize as any sort of secret knowledge of the kind that I am saying I wish I possessed.
And look… I mean, I’m aiming low here, so far as this “secret” knowledge is concerned. I’m not talking about the cure for cancer. I’m not talking about some systematic way of living or thinking, or… I am not trying to create some new Scientology.
No, all I want’s a secret something that nobody else knows. Something I can say and something you can hear and maybe something you’d even recognize as constituting our little secret. “Oh, I never know THAT, Katy!” Then we can sit around and we can talk about it. Talk about it for just a little while, I mean, you and me. We both probably have other things to do before too long.
But I don’t have any secret knowledge.
I do not even know the secret behind what my neighbor is doing with all of those old tires he is always carrying into his house. But that might not be a secret at all. I have not asked him.
Frankly, I am becoming less and less certain that there IS any secret knowledge to be found anywhere, “secret-to-life” caliber on down to secret passwords. Maybe – and I’m just spitballing here – but maybe the secret knowledge I have to impart to you is that there IS no secret knowledge. No secret to life. No Men Behind the Curtain. The Freemasons and the Rosicrucians just faking it all of these years to keep bringing in member dues.
Wouldn’t that be something?
No one is in charge!
But if this is true and this is all there is to it, then we can all go back to doing what we were planning to do before all of this secret knowledge nonsense got out of hand. We can still have our little conversation, you and I, just like we discussed before, but now I can, I don’t know, ask you how you’re feeling. How you’re holding up. Whether I can do anything to ease your load in some small way.
And we’d be able to sit and talk and we’d pass our day this way, secure in the knowledge that nobody out there knows any more about these things than you do or I do.
Secure in the not-so-secret knowledge there is no one right way to live.
And there IS no one right way to live, so far as I’ve ever been able to tell.
There are – sure as shooting! – a whole lot of WRONG ways to live, but no one right way.
So I do not have any secret knowledge to share with you, but it might not be my fault, after all. It might be that there is simply no secret knowledge to be had.
I promise to keep you updated. You will be the first to know if I run across anything, anything at all. And I hope that you can be counted on to do the same for me if you run across anything at all on your end.
Don’t keep it a secret!