In the sonic insecurity, of present day, faith is lost by the many. In this age of over zealous information, we have nothing, but white noise. Whatever's given as the secret, of a wisdom, is a lie, and we haven't got a choice.
We are victim, to the scholars of exemption, exempt from telling us at all. Now, they make a show, of laying bare, all sorts of things...but, they 'lock their libraries', tighter than a prison door. Why, I ask? You haven't clout enough, to break in.
So, we think it up, we make it up. We guess at best...from crumbs left out, upon the table there, that's all we've got...beside belief, and that, based largely...on a childish curiosity.
This is why, I hardly seek, the foible'd lies of ivy league...Call me fool, I hold, unto my self, 'experience' as gold, for only fools seek that, that 'seem to be'...in academia.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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