Not All About Knowledge

"Why did Knowledge cross the road?"
"Why?"
"To get to know the other side, and walk into a bar."


Knowledge walked into a bar and the bartender said, "Don't I know you?"

"Knock.  Knock"

"Who's there?"

"I don't know."

"I-don't-know who?"

"You too, eh?"

"How much knowledge does it take to change a light bulb?"

"How much?"

"Not much."

"Knock.  Knock"

"Who's there?"

"Knowledge."

"Knowledge who?"

"Knowledge of Everything."

"Pulease!  You're making my head hurt."

"Know me?" said Knowledge. "I don't know.  How far did you get in school?"

And the bartender said, "I graduated from Climate University with a degree in temperature."

And Knowledge said, "Cool."

"I know the winning lottery numbers."

"Really?"

"Yes.  I know the winning numbers right up until the draw.  After the draw, I may be right or wrong."

"So," said the bartender to Knowledge, "what will it be?"

"Don't you know?" said Knowledge.

"Uhhh . . ."  

The bartender thought for a bit and then his face lit up the same way Eureka's face lit up when it discovered Archimedes.

"I do know!" said the bartender.  You want me to bring this blog to an end so you can leave the bar, cross the street and then study Epistemology."

"Thank you," said Knowledge.