Banality

One of the things that causes the deepest depression is a lack of curiosity about oneself. Personally, I am a constant student - I am curious to understand how everything works; the machinations and intrigue of everything that exists fascinate me to no end. And of course, that "End of the Line" marker where one needs to know to stop delving. Beyond that barricade, there are things we just cannot understand.
However, I make the critical error quite frequently of thinking that I have myself figured out. I make the crucial mistake of thinking that I too am something beyond curiosity, beyond intrigue, beyond enigma. I think I have myself figured out, that I am not interesting.
But if I know that there are so many things out there I cannot understand - the stuff of gods, the stuff of extraterrestrials, the dark matter of the universe, the inner workings of the effervescent human soul - then how can I possibly misguidedly believe that I know myself?
The point is, I must continue to be curious about myself. I must continue to be intrigued by what I think I understand about myself. Because I am not a banal person, I am a complex - unfathomably complex - human being, just like everyone else is. We are too complicated for axioms. The point is to stand at a distance and marvel - to gaze and awe and be amazed, but to sit in a comfortable position doing so. And you must know when to pump the brakes and not fight it, to hit that road block.