Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance. –Confucius
Last December I was waiting in line at my favorite coffee shop. There was a woman who was standing in front of me, next to be served. When she stepped forward she asked for tea. The server asked if she wanted chai tea. The woman laughed. She said, In my country, India, the word for tea is ‘chai.’ So to her, the server was asking her is she wanted ‘tea tea.’ We all laughed and began to make up different combinations of ‘tea tea’ or ‘chai chai’ or ‘tea chai.’ Yesterday, as I recalled this experience the following story emerged into my consciousness.
Many centuries ago, tea was not known outside of China. Stories of a ‘celestial drink’ called ‘tea’ were carried about however. Both the wise and unwise of other countries tried to find out what this drink was and did so in accordance with what each wanted or what each thought it should be.
The King of ‘Here’ sent a person to China and he was given tea by the Chinese Emperor. On his way out of the city he noticed that everyone was drinking this same tea; he concluded that this was not the celestial drink spoken about but it was a ruse by the Emperor and so he did not take the tea back to his king.
Later on a great philosopher from the Land of ‘There’ collected all of the information he could about tea and concluded that it was a rare substance and its true essence could not be known. Why? Because his information told him that this ‘tea’ was a ‘herb,’ was a water, was green, was black, was bitter, was sweet. The wise philosopher decreed that tea was a ‘mystery’ not to be known by man.
In the Land of Sectarianism a small bag of tea had been found in a cave. It was carried throughout the land and people stopped and said prayers as it was carried past them. Many religious observances appeared throughout the land as a result. All were convinced that the tea had magical powers and prayer would unleash them. One day a stranger from the East came into the land; it was the day of the great tea procession. When he saw the tea bag he said My friends, pour boiling water over the bag and you will be able to drink of the tea. If you like the taste I can bring you enough tea bags for all.
Now this was good news to some and was quite disturbing to the clergy and those who made money from the procession. So they labeled the man as a heretic and killed him; he was an enemy of their religion and a threat to their surety. Before the man was killed he told his secret to a few and told them where they could obtain tea bags. A cult grew up; it became the Secret Society of Teaers. When they were confronted by the religious police they simply stated that they were taking a certain medicine and were thus left alone.
Then one year there came a Person from the Land of Knowledge. He spent years traveling the caravan routes and he would tell the caravan merchants, who knew about tea already, to not speak about it but to simply prepare it and serve it at night when the caravans would stop and rest. Soon teashops opened all along the many routes and tea leaves were brought to India where they were planted and where tea became, as in China, a national drink.
Today, tea is common in many cultures and the roles have been reversed. When the truth was known, and when tea was brought for all who would taste, a role reversal occurred. The only people who spoke as the people from ‘Here’ and ‘There’ as well as the ‘Sectarianists’ were considered to be fools. And so it is today. What is the ‘tea,’ that is, the knowledge, that is available to us today that we refuse to seek, embrace and learn; the knowledge that can be common as tea; the knowledge that would enable each of us to be a Person of Knowledge?
Information is not knowledge. –Albert Einstein