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the need to know


the "need to know" is a critically deep ego-based structure.
it aesthetically transforms one's perception of knowledge, hence knowledge becomes an infinite realm consisting possible alternations of experiential information.
the self-experience of every information.

but, within' that "knowing" it is that you get aware of ego itself.
of the most solid illusionary limitation and the innermost toxicity.
a co-restrained notion from the oldest memory of your self.
the trickster of your inner peace and deamon of absurdness.

but, to know, is the awareness of what else you've might perceptionally missed.
to know, is to sense the presence of "more" than what you understand, infinite less than what you substantially know.
and there are always there, always changing, the "hidden" ones, for being missed.
yet, nothing is missed before it is set on target.
and yet, nothing is hidden if before, no look sets upon it.
thus, knowledge, is an infinite transitional relationship between our memory and our perception, through our informational sensing mechanisms and the mapping of our experiential knowledge, to the very doubtness of the validity they subconsciously infuse in.

to know is to better our tools,
to evolve our senses, to expand our fields,
a constant break down of limitations.
to not hold on to knowing as a need,
 for if a need is, it stands for itself.
it breathes, without being possesive in its' right to exist.
a possibility that, blossoms sparks of wisdom.

to know, is to confess in perception the falsifiability of any ego-infused conception.
and that never stops.
you never know.





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