How has anyone, ever, read enough to have an opinion on anything?
The more I read, the more I learn, the more I think that no one I know can possibly have read enough to ever tell me anything.
Lately I think I should read Kierkegaard, and understanding him relies on knowing a lot more about Christianity than I do, and also older philosophers (classical, german, french), and his contemporaries (Hegel?) and of course 20th century people who expanded on his thought (Camus? I don't know?). And that's just one thing. One topic. Albeit the topic is "the relatively recent history of abstract human thought."
To understand the urban planning stuff I want to understand I need to know finance and economics, in-depth details about the local political system where I am working (plus the history of that city, cultural/political/economic). Oh, would it help to know about poverty, transit, utilities, racism, political philosophy? What about architecture, building technologies, information technologies? Do I also have enough time in life to learn new recipes, and keep up with music, and read literature so that I don't go insane? No matter how many times I learn them I forget what ontology/epistemology/metaphysics are, and i forget why the Chinese Room is a bad thought-experiment, and I forget who came up with the big anthropological theories and which theories are stupid and which are clever.
What is extra frustrating is that there are a lot of people I know Making Waves in St Louis who don't know any of that stuff. They just talk like they do and shake hands and smile and get handed jobs. Or, not handed. But instead of the work that I do (reading and learning and thinking) they do the social/interpersonal "work" of schmoozing and making connections. Which ironically gets them into the position of actually being able to do things and accomplish things, while I am sitting here applying to expensive graduate programs.
(the Chinese Room is a bad thought experiment because it uses a homunculus, which short-circuits your intuitions about the workings of the imaginary system. It also relies on using Chinese and our racist ideas of Chinese as incomprehensible symbols. If it were The Spanish Room nobody would fall for it.)