The capacity
                         for knowledge
        We take in
                       what comes at us,
   and we remember
              what we need
                        or what we can.
 A collection of recollections,
 a mass of mystery unraveled,
            what we must confess,
      words of which
                we should care less.
      For all we are, and all
 we do,
                    I know more now
        and so do you.
 Where we learn,
                  or how
                                   we grow,
 shouldn’t we be humbled
                  by what we know?

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