The richness of divine intellect—
a fountain unending,
outshining illusions and deceptions
that glitter as mere spectacle:
a visual feast
for the restless, ungoverned mind.
Yet what is brilliance without depth?
The eye is easily dazzled,
mistaking shine for substance,
phantoms for truth.
Conceptual bullion—knowledge solid,
weighty, forged in the kiln of thought.
Perceptual bitcoin—fleeting sparks,
currents of borrowed wisdom
valued by fashion,
volatile in the market of minds.
But beyond these measures
rests the greater treasure:
intuition's quiet lamp,
inspiration's living current,
a hidden fortune indwelt—
not traded, not spent,
but glowing at the core of being.
Here lies wealth incorruptible,
gold no illusion can counterfeit,
wisdom no passing tide
can ever erode.
August 30,2025
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