Perplex on this nature of human condition:
Complexity in us reaps only perdition.
For knowledge is power, so gilding its Knower,
Yet power’s corruption will poison its Sower.
So that Charlatan Reason – his promises vain –
Ever vapidly peddles the pointless arcane.
Truer are wisdoms of flowers and forestry,
Than ivory towers… angelic their chorus be.
