During my time as an undergraduate I knew that my bachelor’s degree would not mean much. I was, however, certain that obtaining my master’s would really mean something.
Now that I am almost done with my master’s studies I’m pretty sure that the master’s degree doesn’t mean a whole lot. But I’m certain that when (if) I get my PhD, I’ll really be an expert and on my way to knowing everything there is to know in my field.
At all three levels the degrees themselves are only pieces of paper if not backed up by actual learning, of course. Even if real, actual, meaningful learning has happened from bachelor’s to PhD, l hope I’m wrong; I don’t want to know all there is to know about anything. Ever..
I am now acutely aware of how much I don’t know. Consequently, I go through some pains to expose myself to people, media, and art that compel me to action. Action that moves me away from unknowing toward knowing. I’m certain that if I concede to knowing everything, even narrowly, I will be resigned to inaction and stasis. Immutability is, I suppose an enviable trait for inanimate objects and deities but unchanging makes for a terribly redundant and unimaginative person.