The Observer

Why is it that those who observe, those who try to learn, to understand are often those who can't? We go through life as evolutionary creatures, those who try to understand the world around them, yet when we really think about it, there is only so much we could know until a single truth can reverse all of the previous knowledge.
Artists, scientists, mothers, children, us; everyone tries to find answers. Not necessarily an answer which is universally true, but at least is true to themselves. When we search, we are searching for a simplification, the human mind is not satisfied with a loose end. My question is: why should this simplification exist in the first place? Why do we choose the easy route? The answer really is that there is no easy route. On our path to enlightenment, we are faced with the difficulty of making a connection, a relevancy. The problem is, that our brain is essentially a room full of an infinite amount of wires, and even though it is not the case that only one could fit, we essentially bestow ourselves not only with a new task, but another piece that we will place into the inter-connected circuit board that never ends. We do this so often that we forget to understand the beauty of the action, for example, can you imagine the first time you learned to ride a bike? When we made all of the connections in our mind, we could experience a feeling we had never before, and it was certainly not a question of achieving a physical goal now was it? Every time we have a conclusive train of thought, you experience a similar sensation to that of riding your first bike, but since you have so many of these experiences, your enlightenment seems no brighter than a single lighter flame.
The problem is that much more often than not, we choose to find answers in a subject matter which there is no simple task of finding a center of balance such as that of your bike. Scientists spend their entire lives peeking through a telescope to determine or predict the behavior of a particle which they themselves have a countless amount of. Artists try to create amplified situations which we experience in life so that we can relate an amplified emotion to a lesser one in our own life.
Perhaps the most observed instance in life is none other than the phenomenon of love. A feeling which most experience, but none in the same way. This is exactly why it is so interesting for us to take a look at it, we place our attention in the heart of another for the attempt of trying to understand all of the emotions and feelings that they themselves experience. Since we will never get the same answer from any two instances, the attempt of trying to understand will never seem dull. Even then we try to typecast scenarios, when really there are too many variables existent, and we make it seem as though it is possible. Doing such a thing is like pointing in the sky in trying to single out a single star and holding the position, because you may be right for a second, but because the earth rotates we must change our fingers position frequently. Since it takes us such a long time for us to formulate an answer, the task of understanding such a monumental phenomenon is impossible. One father will never understand another father's love, as he will only relate and compare it to his own, and a woman will never be able to grasp a single point in any father's love. We assign the word 'love' as a symbol for the stir of emotions one could endure from relationship with anything; anything meaning books, bugs, women, men, even air ducts.
The reason why an observer can not understand anything, is because the observer cannot experience what they are observing, therefor the only thing they can comprehend is the idea of observing the specific thing that they themselves are.
Instead of understanding, perhaps we should re-consider and think of the beauty of the moment, otherwise one could never be satisfied with what they find, since there is no such thing as universality.