Smarter

I think I used to be smarter, or at least I used to know more facts. More geography, more state and country capitols, more history, more knowledge of wars. The 6th grade may have been the culmination of this. Now I know Kierkegaard and Levinas. Nietzsche. A little Heidegger. Russian literature. Libraries. I am trying to relearn these other things piece by piece. Museum by museum. Maybe now the knowledge will be deeper. Not just facts, but some sort of wisdom, the kind of wisdom that comes with the context of why the facts matter. Maybe this time it will stick.