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The Taunt of Knowledge

It is a wonder the things we don't know, The mysteries we’ve yet to solve, Both within our mind and within our world. Many try to tackle it. The blurry line between insanity and genius, It's almost a taunt. To test the unknown, It could lead to any possibility. We have yet to see how dark it can get. The people who try to find the universe, Are most considered crazy, But is that true? The audience, The majority, They think they can find the line, Almost as if they could sort easily, The ones who search. We still have yet to know everything, That might never come, Answers only leading to more questions, Confusing swirls of knowledge and farses, Maybe it could really drive some insane. It's almost like mystery is a taunting jester, Filling our heads with riddles, Never running out, And never going away. Who knows, This might just be another riddle. You can probably hear the laughing in the distance.

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