Nobody knows. What good's an opinion if you don't know? My grandfather knew the number of whiskers in the Almighty's beard. I don't even know what happened yesterday, let alone tomorrow. He knew what it was that makes a rock or table. I don't even understand the formula that says nobody knows. We've got nothing to go on -- got no way to think about things.
In his reflection on knowledge and the limits of human understanding, John Steinbeck expresses a profound sense of uncertainty about the world. He contrasts his own lack of awareness about even basic happenings in life with the deep insights of his grandfather, who seemed to possess wisdom about the universe's mysteries. This disparity highlights the challenges of grasping life's complexities and the feeling of being adrift in an incomprehensible reality.
Steinbeck's...