Knowledge Claims Block Truth

 Knowledge Claims Block Truth

The moment I said, “I know,”

a door quietly closed inside me.

Not with a sound—

but with a certainty

so heavy

it buried all questions beneath it.

Truth had been standing there,

barefoot, patient,

waiting to enter.

But my conclusions

filled the room—

there was no space left

for its silent arrival.

I held onto answers

like they were anchors,

never noticing

they were also chains.

Each claim I made

drew a boundary—

and truth,

vast and formless,

refused to be contained.

It does not live

in statements carved in stone,

but in the trembling

just before words are born.

So I began to loosen—

to let my knowing crack,

to let doubt

breathe again.

And in that fracture,

light seeped through.

Now I speak less

and listen more,

not to gather truths,

but to meet them.

For truth does not argue,

nor does it prove—

it reveals itself

only where no one claims it.

And I have learned,

slowly, humbly

that every time I say, “I know,”

I must also ask,

“What have I just closed?”

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