And what if I'm wrong?

And what if I'm wrong? Am I willing to question everything I know? Has everything I've learned helped me become able to let go of everything I've learned? Will I know how to listen to you closely and gain from whatever I disagree with?

And who am I? What is my opinion worth before this mystery of a world, so vast and so changing? What could be so small as to fit inside the concepts my vision defines? How can I say I know anything in the world if I don't know myself?

And who am I not? Can I tell what is mine from what moves on its own? What separates my wavering decisions from the unappealable force of a firm destiny? Can I respect the laws around me while raising my will high in the middle of such a prodigious infinity?

Isn't it beautiful, this delicate art of discernment?