I kept wondering why smart people write things nobody understands.
Then a Harvard professor gave it a name that stopped me cold: the moment you understand something deeply, you lose the ability to remember not knowing it.
I watched his writing talk at 1am and ended up rewinding the same ten minutes three times.
The professor name is Steven Pinker.
He's spent 40 years studying how language works inside the human brain, and he opened with a question I'd never had the guts to ask out loud. Why is so much writing terrible? Not just school writing. Work emails. Government forms. Half the stuff experts put online.
His answer had nothing to do with effort. Or intelligence. Or how much someone knows.
He called it the Curse of Knowledge.
Here's what it means:
The second you truly understand something, you forget what it felt like to not understand it. The gaps in a beginner's head become invisible to you, because in your head those gaps got filled years ago. You're standing on ground you can't even see anymore, and you assume everyone else is standing there too.
He gave one example I can't shake. A brilliant scientist got on stage at a big event in front of 400 people and lost the entire room in under a minute. He dove straight into words only his lab used. Never said what problem he was solving. Never said why anyone should care. And the worst part? He had no clue it was happening. He thought he was being clear.
That's the curse. You can't feel it from the inside.
Then Pinker said the line that rearranged how I think about writing.
Bad writing isn't a character flaw. It's a failure of imagination. You cannot get inside your reader's head by trying harder or caring more. Trying harder just makes you explain it more confidently in the same language they already don't understand.
So how do you actually fix it?
You find one real person. Not a crowd. One human being who is smart but lives outside your little world. You hand them your writing and you watch their face while they read it. Not the page. Their face. The exact second their eyes go flat and confused is the exact spot your writing broke.
Pinker did this with his own mother. Not because she wasn't sharp. She was. But she wasn't a language scientist, so the moment he drifted into his private vocabulary, she'd get lost, and he'd know instantly.
I sat with that for a while, because I've been doing the opposite my whole life. When someone didn't get what I wrote, I assumed they weren't paying attention. Turns out I was the one who couldn't see the hole. I'd filled it so long ago I forgot it was ever there.
That's the trap. The better you know your subject, the worse you get at teaching it, and you can't feel yourself getting worse. It feels like clarity the entire time you're losing people.
Which means the smartest person in the room is often the hardest one to learn from. Not because they're hiding anything. Because they genuinely can't remember what it's like to not already know.
The cure isn't a bigger brain. It's borrowing someone else's for one uncomfortable minute.
Find one person outside your world. Show them what you wrote. Watch their face, not the page. Everything they don't understand is the part you were too close to see.
Regardez bien cette armoire.
Le 7 octobre, Michael, 9 ans, et Amalia, 6 ans, s’y sont enfermés pour échapper aux terroristes.
Pendant des heures, deux enfants sont restés là. Cachés. Silencieux. Terrifiés.
De l’autre côté de cette porte, leur mère, Smadar, venait d’être assassinée. Leur père, Roy, sera lui aussi tué.
Imaginez avoir 6 et 9 ans et comprendre que, pour rester en vie, il ne faut surtout pas pleurer. Il ne faut surtout pas faire de bruit.
Ils sont restés cachés près de 12 heures.
Cette armoire n’était pas un meuble.
C’était tout ce qui séparait deux enfants de la mort.
Michael et Amalia ont survécu au 7 octobre.
N’oubliez jamais ce qu’ils ont dû faire pour survivre. 🕯️