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?