
It seems that the more places I see and
experience, the bigger I realize the world
to be.
The more I become aware of, the
more I realize how relatively little I know
of it…
Maybe that’s enlightenment enough –
to know that there is no final resting place
of the mind,
no moment of smug clarity.
Perhaps wisdom,
at least for me,
means
realizing how small I am, and unwise,
and how far I have yet to go.



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