Questions are within our nature,
but answers are a chore.
For most, at least,
they are excess baggage.
Even so,
as we age,
it's hard to ignore the things we have learned.
Understanding comes from control,
like control from understanding.
The loss of romantic unknowings is gradual,
like the growth of that person you see everyday.
But when the realization finally comes,
it will simply be another thing to know.
Wonder comes from questions,
as frustrating as they are.
Those who never wondered,
were never young,
never made them answer things
that were never really questions.
New things,
turning into things knew,
compartmentalizing.
When you've seen the deepest part
of every dark ocean,
you can no longer just stare at the surface.
The enticement of secrets gone,
we morn for them,
the knowing finally achieved.
The knowing of what,
the knowing of why,
then the knowing that wanting of knowing
has died.
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