They don’t know everything about everything
And they aren’t everyone.
They are only who they are.
I wonder if they even know who that is?
Do you know who you are?
I think I know who I am,
I mean,
Sometimes I’m even thinking about it.
Most other times I’m thinking about something else entirely.
But I will never think I know you like you do.
How could anyone judge anyone else?
When they can’t even consider every last drop of reality down to it’s existence?
People are ignorant
And that I can live with
And that I can accept