As infants our fingers wrap around things.
We know how to make noise when we need attention. We are drawn to mate to preserve our species. We to fight or flee when we fear danger. Our instinct overrides our reasoning.
We know before we say our names to cry when we feel pain, when we need.
We know things.
How do we know so many things . . . and still not know ourselves?
−me strauss Letting me be