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Something, Everything, Anything, Nothing March 10, 2012

Posted by nrhatch in Mindfulness, Poetry, Word Play.
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I will never know something about everything

Too many topics
Too little time

An ever growing pile of esoteric knowledge

I will never know everything about anything

No matter how deep I plumb
The surface of the sea

There is always more to discern

But I do know this . . .  

Strident generalizations annoy me

Always, never, and all
are best left on the cutting room floor

Tedious details bore me

I don’t care to know a lot about a little
That’s really next to nothing

Facile explanations merely skim the surface

They sound good . . . 

But have no more depth than a sheet of paper
Whipping about in the wind

What say you?