Not something that we know we don't know.
But we could know.
If we had the right telescope.
The right submarine, submachine.
Something, something that we look for
In the faces of the people in the
Movie theaters
and the cars they
Drive Away
from us in.
And we stare at the backsides of the old, old, oldold
Men and we laugh
At the ugliness that we see.
And we think of how ugly the world is.
And how beautiful we want ours to be.
And how pitiful everyone is.
But we keep searching, we keep inventing
New ideas and technology
And new mathematics concepts
And we think we've invented infinity
We think that by Jove we've got it!
The knowledge
and the surplus
and the movies and the people and the heinous crimes
We turn our noses to the cloudless sky
In
Disgust.
But we won't know...
It's not something that you can know you don't know
And you won't know
That you ever didn't know
Until you know.
You know?
I don't.
Then once we know we didn't know it;
We'll all just be human like the rest
With the same withheld information
All being common, communicated, connected
Without wires!
Wires, wires, wires.
Bleedin.
Bleeding.
All the voices that we heard
And the faces that we saw
And the backsides that we laughed at
Every note
Every single note
(Is this me talking?)
Won't matter.
Because we'll see.
And I wish I knew what this thing was.
I could say "OH YES OH YES
IF WE COULD JUST FIGURE OUT THIS
AND THIS CONCEPT
AND THIS NUMBER HERE
WE'LL ALL BE FREE!!!
ALL HAPPY!!!"
We're getting closer.
But we cannot share this.
Maybe maybe maybe.
Maybe I really am crazy
And one day someone will come along
with enough insanity to tell me
And we'll pull our notes together
We'll tell each other
What we've noticed:
The gaps, the missing parts of the universe
That are lost
And we are thrown distraction to not find them...
We'll reassess it all
And come to a final conclusion:
We are both crazy,
And we will fall in love to prove it.
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