Clean slate
at birth.
Filled up,
programed
over time.
Information
force fed,
pushed into
minds.
Created.
Created by
location,
environment.
Information
from the
past.
Ancient
information
told as truth.
Who's truth?
Earthly truths,
limited in
nature.
Billions
of galaxies.
one speck of
dust.
Most not
known, much
incorrect.
How to move
forward?
Understand,
we know
little.
Much of it
wrong.
Question
everything.
Accept nothing
as fact!
Clear the mind
of ancient
thought.
See infinity
straight on
and rethink
it all!
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