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What we all know now

Is not what we all knew three hundred years ago

Or three thousand years ago

What we all know now

Is not what we will all know

Three hundred years from now

Or three thousand years from now

So, I hold what I know in this moment loosely

Letting it slide, giving it slack

Because knowledge is constantly on the move

We can but follow the flow

Knowing that knowing is just an illusion

A mirage

Existing only in this moment

Shifting with the sands of time

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