15/5/2021
The curse of being a conscious being is
knowing too much and yet not enough to satisfy a wandering mind.
Information only sufficient to produce a controlled range of emotions,
mere chemicals evolving into intellect inside a primate's brain.
A progression that will never cease
for humanity's curious nature will seek to uncover everything that has been so masterfully hidden from it.
Until it becomes an unbearable burden -heavier than the world on Atlas' back.
Until humanity is crashed under the vastness of awareness and knowledge,
and even in that sorry state the greedy thirst will never be quenched,
for the mind is a sponge constantly needing to be soaked in oceans of enlightenment.
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