One who knows nothing knows everything,
For he knows the nothingness that is everything,
The futility of the vast seas well greater than the wells,
That we call our mind, engulfed by ocean swells.
The one who knows everything, knows nothing,
For everything he knows is nothing,
Confined to his walls, he abounds sordidly,
Knowing all he knows,
Knowing not.
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PoésieSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
