A wise man once observed that the young men know the rules and the old men know the exceptions. Schooling may hammer boundaries into our heads, but years of dealing with life's setbacks and adversaries tell us when to write against the lines.
I believe I've grasped many of the exceptions and yet sense there are many more to come. There are days when the ocean of one's ignorance seems impassable and the only sailing craft is a willingness to learn. History and philosophy are great navigation charts, but in a superficial, let's pretend as if facts don't matter, climate, the people who should be studying the charts the most are on the beach.
As attention spans shrink, how can knowledge thrive if it requires prolonged focus?