Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

‘”I hate the idea that I might know something,” he told me during lunch.
“But other people celebrate you for knowing things,” I countered, trying to justify our convergence over poached eggs and coffee.
“I know nothing,” he said. “Why are you asking me questions?”
I knew that Everett knew something, but I wasn’t sure if his insistence otherwise was a mark of false humility or the admission of an aspiration.’ (from the New Yorker)

Sounds like a koan to me.