i've become ignorant,
stalling the process of learning,
and choosing to listen to what i know
instead of what i don't.

this is the complancency of idiots.
the timeless question of how much a man can know
is answered everyday, as long as we never lose the
desire for knowledge.

but i, in the sense of desire,
have lost faith in the ability of most
i know, and don't wish to know, and wish
i could know, to teach.
there's a point where information becomes
a repitition of equally different
but equally useless,
ideas and thoughts that may or may not
have anything to do with me at all,
and whether they do at all is not for me to decide.

if someone launched a rocket at me,
i'd stop life in general to finish one last shot
to toast the end of the world.

futility can only overwhelm from one angle.
and that vector is exactly where i'm headed,
whether i like it or not.

so, i'll pack my futility in a duffle bag
along with the bullets dipped in the blood
of everyone there before me
and pray that i can make them count.
pray that the ones who catch them are the ones that really deserved them, as if anyone does.

this helps me sleep at night.
i know enough to know i don't need to
kill a man to prove i was right.


i don't wish to learn anymore,
for fear of false information and half truths,
and the mind of a clone.

07/03/2006

Posted on 07/03/2006
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