I know one thing:
I know nothing.
Socrates utters these words millennia ago
And these words carry through with them
A ringing truth, an inescapable reality,
That those nowadays condemn.
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Contempt to what is the antithetical existence
Can only lead to half-hearted persistence.
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Insistence that
love
is forever, not flawed and
life
is faultless, not fallible.
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Factually, the “truth” is out there, somewhere.
When assuming knowledge is in reach too,
to become all knowing is sought after. Yet-
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All that can be glimpsed is a window of the universe
A speck, drawn out in the vast expanse of time.
Eyes may be the window to the soul
But when closed, they can be the window to
so much more.
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I know one thing:
the antithetical existence remains.
