Going beyond the limits with intelligence... (source: unknown)
But intelligence itself does have limits. Of course, I do not mean it is possible to understand women as the picture literally implies. (Source: unknown)
My eyes have seen it all now
I have walked up and down the earth
Sat at affluent feasts and slept in wracked ghettos
And didn’t feel very different from a human being
I have touched the heart-melting fire of passionate love
Felt the fiery apathy only the worst criminals feel
Yet wasn’t immune to the awe, shock or pity I got from people
I have cruised the highways and sat in dark depressive alleys
Mastered the secrets of ecstasy and protracted painful pleasure
And believe me it’s not megalomania, dope or sex
My mind now knows all there is to know
I have enjoyed the sadistic captivating power of words
Felt the occasional disappointment of poetry and smart-tonguing
I have seen the selfishness in the heart of men
And seen how much good humanity is capable of
I have seen their fears and how they take shelter in ignorance
I have seen them dare to hope
Even though they are really helpless in and by themselves
My mind now knows so much
I also know the danger of knowledge
I know the weakness of intelligence
I have tickled the philosopher so sore he cried
I have lured the scientific mind into grey areas of uncertainty
I know just enough to make me humble
And enough to make me know
That I am only just a bit above the most of humanity
And enough to make me know
That barely 5% of readers could possibly be insightful
Or wise enough
To see flaws in my reasoning
Posted in free verse, insane rantings, life
Tagged foolishness, humanity, intelligence, knowledge, musings, pride, Riddle, thoughts, wisdom
Why is the wise sometimes foolish?
Please, give him a knock on the head as discouragement.
Why is the foolish sometimes wise?
Kindly pat him on the head as encouragement.
But, know that the pat or knock will not bestow wisdom.
Who has been to the land of wisdom across the River of Undying Life?
And we all sit to boastfully assess and profess.
Shame, I say! Shame!
I do not regard anyone smart or foolish.
I am no authority in the field.
I am just a lowly mentalist,
Trying mischievously to catch some sad fun;
Hoping I don’t end up a card myself,
In the games I love playing.
Well, those who live by the sword
Should expect to die by the sword, right?
Then, why blame the one who killed another swordsman,
When he was just following fate and prophecy?
So, leave me be, please.
I was/am sent involuntarily to the others.
P.S.: And while some break their heads
Over the impossible journey across the River of Undying Life,
I patiently expect the return of The Emissary from there,
Lounging out here by the cliff in sweet spirits.