The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.