The Art of Knowing Nothing

The amount unseen grows
Where we thought a body of knowledge
Only shadows reside
Growing into an edge
A wave that cascades our way of thinking
Every answer that you find
Spawns a multitude
Nothing is known
No certainties
Only more or less likelies
Turmoil of the rational
And the spiritual

The hunt for knowledge led us to this
We see that there is something
Something we did not know before
From all knowing ignorance
We bloom
A ‘I don’t know anything’
An inquisitive attitude
It is a Wisdom
The journey has begun

Posted: Thursday, February 13th, 2014 @ 11:32 am
Categories: Poems.
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