poems

An Open Mind

Pity the man who believes he has found his comfortable corner on the rock of knowledge, secure amidst the ever-flowing stream of thought pouring past from the inexhaustible reservoir of ideas, conjecture and unprecedented proposals that occasionally splash bits of intellectual betterment around his precarious perch of self-satisfied perfection.

 

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