When a kittenish learner is taken from its nurse,
It easily forgets her
And prowls after solid cuisine.
Acorns feed on ground
Then lift up in the beaming sun.
The kittenish man is no longer small,
He has risen and tasted the light
In its filtrated state.
There is wisdom again,
Learning makes him a tool
But knowledge exists forever
To forge his hero hood.
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