One of the most
repeatable memes
about wisdom
is that of a box
with no bottom.
But this may strike
the keen mind as
inexact. If space
has an edge, surely
there must also be
a limit to facts?
And if that's the case,
how come there's
so much string left
between the pearls?
Why should our
knowledge come
dispensed in small snacks—
compact poems, sly
movements, quick
couplets set to
aphoristic music—unless
(perhaps you can
already guess) because
accepting the truth
in full-context
would stretch you
until you were ruined.
