When posed a question, they feared in answering.
When not bothered, approached, or even looked at, we jump at the chance.
Many times, I feel almost like its more of an internal issue of kibr, an arrogance that leads us to answer because we “know” best what should happen in a situation, or we would at least like the ‘other’ to know that we know.
I used to think knowledge was a definite word, but now more and more, I think its as relative to the beholder as beauty is.
The one who attains the smallest portion of knowledge assumes themselves a scholar. After the attainment of a second morsel, they are humbled. But the one who attains a third portion of knowledge knows that they are truly ignorant.
If we knew our ignorance, we wouldn’t speak.