A world of unknowingness.

An aspiration within the human that reaches beyond the moon— and yet, not a single atom do we know in its entirety.

Shouldn't we wonder, as a wanderer should be?

The thirst for the unknown— when perhaps the only knowing that can truly happen is within.

If it weren't for education, for labouring, for marriages to be saved— wouldn't we naturally wonder at the genius of what all this is for?

Held close by many who have chosen to believe that this is all there is.

And yet, there too, amidst it all, the thirst for the unknown is kept alive.

I found myself sniffing around for anyone who carried even a little of that Scent!