A man could either fear or obsess,

To the strength that knowledge posses,

When one wanders in the pursuit of truth,

Power dawns at the focal of its horizon.

One bright mind once bookishly inquired:

'How Much Land Does A Man Need?'

Which tells of a parable of a dead man

Who's fixated to 'what it is' than 'what it means'

The ouroboros of life is a deed of self-knowing

If you live your life eternally exactly as it is

Over and over again as punishment or bliss

Would you be afraid, or push forth knowing?