Knowledge: the pursuit.
Trivial, fantastical, utterly inconsequential.
Why try?
Who among men (or women) should dare to hope for mental rejuvenation?
We are what we were born, are we not?
And so thus can we excuse our transgressions.
I think so.
Shall we repent.
I think not.
Do I think at all?
Dubious, given the current state of my literary affairs.
Fallen from the penmanship of scholastic volumes,
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