We’re more than we know, but much less than we think;
Like anchors we rise, and like bubbles we sink.
We leave the debris of the places we’ve wrecked
To point out the great Dunning and Kruger effect:
  Convinced that we know what we clearly do not,
  These chimeric answers that never get caught.

We lean back in leisure and speak up at ease
Pretty sure that we can diagnose a disease,
Or quote some statistics, or remake the law,
Because we don’t know what we don’t know at all.
  But we will proceed with great ardor, I know:
  And the harm we’ll do will be much more than we know