If you were a celebrity, and I inquired to know your name, when I knew your name would I then know you? If I were to Google as a few facts in regards to your life style, would I know you then? If I were to read all about you, know when you were born, what culture you were raised in, and a few facts about your parents, then would I know you?
What if I knew your family tree by heart, or could quote sayings of yours by mere memory? What if I knew the hidden meaning of your words and parables? Would I know you? What if I could mind-baffle others with astonishing knowledge of you, would that prove that I knew you? If I could come up with intellectual sounding wordy books on the topic of you, would I indeed know you? If I joined a club of your fans and meet often in honor of you, would this then, mean that I knew you?
I believe that all that I have attempted to do in regards to you would be meaningless, because at the end of the day, I would have to come to the realization that I have never once touched you, and you have never once touched me. I would have to face the fact that, though my knowledge of you may indeed in some sense be great, I have never held a personal conversation with you. I would have to admit that, though I know your life somewhat intimately, knowledge doesn't link you and I in any kind of way. The fact would remain, that I don't know you, just know of you. Therefore, since I don't know you, it would be likely and acceptable to conclude that you, yourself as a person, don't know me either. More Here...