You say that ignorance is bliss,
As sweet as a kiss
Under a full-mooned sky
With a lover hand in hand
Above the sparkling sand,
Now why does that sound like one big lie?

So would you say that knowledge is power,
As rich as a flower
Under the brimming sun
Capturing your gaze
With its colorful blaze,
And then would you call the argument done?

Fickle joy turns dull,
While wealth from which to cull
Fascination without end
Is much the beautiful lure
Like gold shining pure,
What reason more need I extend?

Infinity is not so hot,
When one already taught
That simplicity is key
To living long and well
And not some secret spell,
With that at least do you agree?

- April 30, 2002




So I kind of took the two clichés, "ignorance is bliss" and "knowledge is power", and ran away with them.  The poem is actually unfinished, in that it doesn't go anywhere -- I just couldn't think of how to continue it, and I liked what I had enough to share.  The last stanza is kind of weak, especially the first two lines.  Basically, it means an infinite number of facts isn't so great, when you only need the one fact that simplicity is a good thing.  The first two stanzas just kind of came out of my head, which is why they're kind of a jumble of words and don't really mean anything.