The Wisdom of Not Knowing

I was reading Anna Karenina when this whole thing started

I pulled it off a dusty shelf in a used book store on Dauphine Street
and paid in dollar bills and cents — $8.10 — on February 17

Virginia and I were in New Orleans seeing colleges
So innocent as the coronavirus spread to
the Diamond Princess cruise ship

Now I read The Washington Post.
Russian counts and love affairs seem
frivolous pleasures

But I still need Tolstoy to remind me

All we can know is that we know nothing.
And that is the height of human wisdom.

Leo Tolstoy