Sometimes, when I obviously have nothing better to do, I ponder the meaning of "wisdom." When are you wise? How do you know you have wisdom? How come most wisdom resides with older people?
Here's what I've figured out so far: knowledge is all inside the brain. Knowledge is facts. Wisdom, though, seems to be those facts getting translated through the heart. Wisdom, it appears, needs some level of compassion or heartbreak or joy in its purist form, to be real wisdom. You can't be wise if you don't use your heart. One's knowledge, moved through the heart, becomes wisdom.
There's my deep thought for the week. I need a nap.
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