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The Illusion
I love, yet I am not a lover,
I cook, but ne’er call me a chef,
The more we learn about any one thing,
The more we realize we are but the fool,
Fortunately for us, when we come to the
Realization that we know nothing,
We instantly know everything,
For in this moment,
Anything is possible.
Posted by Mark at October 4, 2004 05:12 PM
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