Wisdom

Wisdom

A Poem by Rdotinc.

Wisdom is a f@%king curse.
Wisdom creates more problems then it solves.
Wisdom smothers old men in fear.
Wisdom taunts the ignorant with disillusions of grandeur.
Wisdom gives questions to answers we thought we figured out.
Wisdom is a f@%king curse.
Wisdom despises those who do not pursue it.
Wisdom eludes those who do.
Wisdom makes fools of us all.
And those who think they have wisdom are the biggest fools of all.
To have knowledge of wisdom is the same as having no knowledge. 
If on our death beds we repeat "I know now that I know nothing."
Then what was the goddamn point?
What is the point of pursuing something that will never be obtained?
What is the point of knowing less than 1% of infinity?
What is the point...?

© 2011 Rdotinc.


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Added on October 16, 2011
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