Within one's self knowledge is concieved. To what end only the barer knows. Within experience, one is taught. Yet not to be deceived, for within greed, souls are bought and for a pence sold. Though time is a teacher, it is also a sign of growing old.
What of knowledge? Has knowledge been bound by our own foolish pride? Or are we the human computer, with knowledge inside? "What of knowledge?", said the jester with a grin.Knowing that everything has an end. Everything was made to die. Be brave, don't you cry.
Now after leaving the mountain. I look back at the distant hills wonderous splender. When I was on top near the fountain. Such beauty, my heart had much to render.What of knowledge? Was not the mountan as beautiful far and near? Was it not made very clear? As clear as a star. Beauty is beauty no matter where you are.
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