I Don't Know

I don't know.
Not so much a confession as a statement of fact.
If I moved from not knowing I don't know to knowing I don't know, that would be a confession. I can now acknowledge what previously eluded my awareness. There is no shame in the confession. How certain realities remain hidden or cleverly camouflaged is complex and different for each of us. That we should be blessed enough or open enough to learn along the way is cause for exuberant expressions of gratitude. Never shame.
As a statement of fact, I merely reveal autobiographical information. Today, I would like you to know that I don't know.