He inquisitive before me,
You are so exceedingly simple.
Come. What knowledge do you seek?
He so erudite,
Bid me countenance,
And absolve me of my ignorance.
I seek many answers.
What is the source of all doctrine?
Do we acknowledge impossibility as absolute,
Or simply a superlative obstacle?
Is entitlement a trait innate among men,
Or simply the defect of a single man diffused to many?
Is this the folly that deters that we, ourselves,
Are to be axis of the cosmos?
In fact, is this desire even universal,
Or simply the ambition of those whose lust for power burns them?
And even if that feat is realized, what then?
Won't the Earth simply continue to spin lush and green,
Once all of us are dead?
Banana.
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