WE dwell, these days, in emptiness; We sail along on fear, Our habits formed by malintent, With pretense our career -- But somewhere, hidden from the night, The truth is known, and pure: That we were better off unknowing Things, than being Sure

WE dwell, these days, in emptiness; We sail along on fear, Our habits formed by malintent, With pretense our career -- But somewhere, hidden from the night, The truth is known, and pure: That we were better off unknowing Things, than being Sure
Profound poem
True… very true.