A Very Dangerous Thing

The saying that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing is, to my mind, a very dangerous adage. If knowledge is real and genuine, I do not believe that it is other than a very valuable possession, however infinitesimal its quantity may be. Indeed, if a little knowledge is dangerous, where is a man who has so much as to be out of danger?   Thomas Huxley

deep within cavern walls,

victory but a moment away,

lying just beyond

the frozen landscape;

so close,

so far;

defining moments come

and go,

providing very little

meaning,

a temporary fog,

a momentary diversion,

a slight pause in the program,

a necessary distraction;

surely,

the price has been paid;

I feel the slithering presence,

I know the approaching omnipotence,

it is never far behind,

seeking more,

thirsting for the last drop,

sucking the last breath,

taking all there is to give,

hiding within the night,

running from the light;

giving in with barely a fight;

destinations change with the season,

faces never what they seem,

understanding no longer an option,

lost inside this never ending dream;

you know the answers,

you know the way,

you know the truth;

and that can be

a very dangerous thing.

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