I don’t know most things Having been infected by a virus called ignorance From the very moment I came into existence Wreaking havoc on my direct surroundings Borrowing the names of family, friends, acquaintances Fellow contenders for defeating the exact same disease
Too often transitory symptoms manifest themselves Reminding me I’m not cured, and probably never will be Despite these books accumulating on those familiar shelves Obvious solution to our shared tragedy Namely, being aware of our known unknowns And unbothered by the gaping hole formed by our unknown unknowns Sparing our master contraption practicing under the alias “black box” From debilitating pains, the need for detox
Depicting a situation that appears as gloomy I realize there are still reasons to be happy One is that my evident individual ignorance Actually, vanishes into our collective knowledge That modestly admitting my shortcomings acts as penance Granting me what could be considered as a privilege
As I, as we, may and should always learn Allowing our innate curiosity to indefinitely churn Helping us endlessly push the bounds of technology Making ancient dreams a reality Past miracles a present triviality Former impossibles a current maybe.