A truth I recently stumbled open

How much can we know? It was only recently that I understood that my yearning for truth and understanding has a limit. I don’t understand why we are here or what (if any) the greater purpose of the universe is. I don’t understand how to change the world. I don’t understand what the other is thinking. I don’t understand what it’s like to be a bat. I can come up with ideas and stories based on physics, history, evolutionary biology, and philosophy. Still, in the end, it appears to be just stories that help me to understand just a fraction of the whole picture. Instead of asking myself these more profound questions - although it can be helpful - I came to understand that I’ll never understand