The inherited blase attitude
of the young of the human
species bridging the timeless
chronological gap between
childhood and maturity pays
no homage to their own recent
memory of fervent enquiry
into the mysteries of life and
nature. Exhausting their
curiosity and the resigned
patience of elders in their
initial passionate acquisition
of elementary understanding
of the nature of all things,
arrogance overcomes their
hormone-addled psyches, so
they feel entitled to scoff at the
quaint adult notion that we
require ongoing exposure to
experience life and educate
ourselves lest we outgrow
what we know and become
ignoramuses. These ardently
contrarian youth deny the
necessity to learn more than
they already know with a
flippant denial of its value.
And we, knowingly, allow their
callow dissent, and move on.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Knowing It All
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Poetry
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