We’re eager for a reprieve from responsibility, at least to others. We seek time to spend on our own ideas, both as artists and as scientists. Assignments intended to prepare us are shirked in favor of personal endeavors and passion projects. Clearly, we’re not the right people to be trusted with the complex problems our top scientists and engineers are tasked with. Surely, we are just living wrong, yet our teacher and mentors see only potential and skill. They treat us as peers-in-the-making, not usurpers of society. This confidence is comforting until you consider the implications. Our society, our truth, is much more flexible then we preach. For stability we lie, tell people there are ‘experts’ with ‘expert opinions’. We say these people can’t be wrong, they’ve got a piece of paper with their name written in black, how could they be wrong? How could they be human? But they are, were, and always will be, children. Beneath their layers of intense education and justified dogma, they exist as a curious child, finding joy in their own confusion. One may even call this the very definition of wonder, to be amused at your lack of perspective. 

So perhaps we are impostors, at least as false as those who would groom us anyway, but this is not inherently dangerous. To accept what we don’t know is the basic foundation we must remain upon if we wish to build our towers of understanding, our monuments to human intellect. These take many forms: scientific theories, poems, hell even shitty blogs. They’re all ways we manifest our experience into artifacts, indicating that our truth is substantial; however, this substantiation is in our minds, it depends upon our own system of truth determination, our own Epistemology. It is more important that we remember that all of our artisans of knowledge are equally unsure in their core, but only if they ignore this do they truly become impostors.