i'm comfortable with the world as i see it now;
sometimes,
i don't think i want to know more.
i know
that life is beautiful,
and if you don't live it . . .
well, then, what ARE you doing here?
Author notes
what was the reason you were given life if not to live?
i don't want to know so much as to have memorized what element and how many protons and neutrons and electrons are whizzing about in each little molecule. i just don't want to know it. i know the sun and the grass and the dirt and the trees, and that's what i'm comfortable with.
Comments
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Good point!
Very profound poem, Lunatick. Do we really want to know more, when we are comfortable with what we know?
Hugs from the one and only Starhiker.

