I’m not even 100% sure we know what we are. We think we know ourselves but even something as intimate as ourselves feels at least 25% unknowable. I think I probably have more than average self-knowledge. I value it highly. I spend time tuning into myself to check in about who’s here. I have an awareness practice that encourages self-knowledge and I see a therapist that helps me get to know me better all the time. But I still feel there is a large amount of mystery, even in myself. It’s the dark matter of the soul. And I don’t know what I don’t know. And I don’t discover what I didn’t know until I know it.
I see this most manifested in the body. I could tell you that my image of my spine is generally incomplete. I know that. But I didn’t know that I had no awareness of my ribs in the back because I was not aware. I only found out because my Feldenkrais teacher made it plain. I could have gone a lifetime without realizing I could move those ribs back there, that breath could reach even into the back, actually – not just theoretically. Dark matter of the soul. Dark matter of the body. We know not what we may be.