I just realized that most of my emails in this life come to me from foundations.
I also just realized that it is absolutely pointless to know that about my email. And yet, for some reason, it gives me mild pleasure to know that much about my email — as if I have just now unmasked a tiny fraction — my very own tiny fraction — of the Great Cosmic Truth that preachers mysteriously get so excited about.
Is it human nature to take pleasure in knowing? I have long thought so. But this morning I am struck with how odd that might be.
I wonder if other animals take as much pleasure in knowing as humans do.
Beyond that, I am curious why it doesn’t seem to matter whether or not our knowledge is important. We humans can get as big of a kick out of knowing who won the 1967 World Series in Baseball as we can get out of knowing the causes of AIDS.
I guess it would be a rather strange world if we only took pleasure in knowning important things. For that to happen, we would need some innate knowledge of what was important or not. But where would we get that innate knowledge from? God?
Well, I think I’ve spent enough time now contemplating the mixed origins of my email. I wonder if my views on this matter will change once I get some decent rest?