I don’t know much,
But I know enough.
Hoarding the secrets of the universe,
All to myself.
Romanced death herself,
Waltzing the line,
Twixt her & the living.
Nirvana;
Is a good meal,
With people you care about.
I’m no logger.
Should I still revere my logger gurus?
Dead as most are?
This,
One understanding,
After the next.
Technique called scaffolding;
Using accessible language,
Increasingly harder tasks –
At pace of a bell curve,
In given populations.
Would you believe what things,
I know?
My knowledge,
Could be used for great evil.
Trying to be better,
Than the villain of my youth.
Eldritch Wisdom.
