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>≫≫Wisdom

I start writing up
But never reach to the deep of my heart
Instead I am led to come to touch with a basket
Full of of technique of the art
I stitch a garland out of them and put it around my neck
No transformation has taken place
Inside I remain the same person
Though I learn a lot
And add up more to the account of my knowledge
But they are not actually related with life and death

Nor even they are in any way existential
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Marvin Brato 29 January 2014

I agree, knowledge is something you have to study and learn yet soon forget...while wisdom is always at hand through common sense!

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