Unknowingly we unknow what we already know; what we learned so long ago.
We can’t let go of the something that we knew we didn’t know, for fear we wouldn’t know it anymore.
We choose to unknow what we knew and instead know more about what we thought we knew but didn’t know at all.
We knew more every day about what we didn’t know, and discover we know less than we knew before.
To know is not to know, or rather to know not.
To not to know is rather preferable to know that we know not.
Knowing isn’t knowing
To the person down the street
To them, you know less
Than they did just last week
To know more about nothing
Is really nothing at all
While to realize you know nothing
Interprets the writing on the wall
Suddenly you know everythign
The Universe shares its story
Time ceases, light stops
The all-knowing opens its library
You know what you knew
Before time began
And when you come here
You can’t go back again