i'm not talking in that pesky way knowledge can be: neck vertebrae popping out, eyes tiring, and deadlines looming on your staples-purchased agenda. i'm not discussing studying or the mire of being a student in the 21st century. i'm talking about knowing. knowing things. when does the overwhelming awareness of abuse and injustice start to take from your mind rather than add to it. when do the realizations and the read news articles start to harness your ability to make a change rather than fuel your motivations to "be the change you can see". is there a point to give-up or is there a stage of no-return that i've so eloquently walked across? is there ever a time it takes from your humanity rather than adding to it; making you realize this age of information and your position as a upper-class WASP in North America could be the best and worst things to happen to the flesh of your soul. the cage around your heart. it's not as resilient as you were once told.
it's a fine tight-rope to walk on, knowledge is. i'm confused if knowing about all the inner workings of this world is good for the human. i'm wondering if anything in this world is good for the human at all.