Once a finished sentence, it made me sort of angry to see that the rest of it was washed away. It, in a sense, hurt to see something that was once complete now was missing something. And then it hit me. The ambiguity of it all was just so perfect. Because, let’s admit it. There’s always those chicken or the egg questions that just get you thinking. For hours.

And with this, I decided to embark on a journey. One that uncovered various opinions on the true key to knowledge. I thought that there was no better way to start my investigation than to talk to people at the the Mathewson-IGT Knowledge Center on campus.

After recording their responses, I realized that though some of them had similar ideas, the whole explanation was different. Their responses all came from some life-changing event in their life. Whether it was the transition from Africa to America or even the more common, high school to college. Because that’s just it. Knowledge isn’t, it can’t possibly be, defined in one way. Like love or happiness, it means something different to each and every person. Maybe it’s in books, or art. Maybe it’s with studying or experience.

The possibilities are truly endless. That may just be the key in itself.