The Joy of Discovery

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Born into nescience we are, .
Delving through seas Unknown.
Life, a brief burst of meaning
In cosmic dark, number’s child(?).
Never is the slate so blank,
But, impressions can deceive.
Truth is prior, yet discovered,
Only by dogged, loving pursuit.
Joys abound in life, ephemera,
Simple as a stroll, carefree.
There is, however, none as great,
As the joy of true discovery.
Truth is a tease, ever smiling,
Unwoven rainbows never enough.
To know all there is, in fullness,
Curiosity spares cats, never content.
Yet, that which stirs unrest within,
Is a balm, used with all due care.
It frees us from all illusions pure,
Cherish a mind that chooses to dare.