Ignorance was a fleeting comfort to me.
Its constant reassurances wore upon my mind,
Each less believable than the last.
Ignorance led me to false solutions.
A band-aid for a bullet wound,
And adulation for a broken heart.
Ignorance left me vulnerable.
The part I thought was broken,
Carried the part I thought was well.

There’s comfort in every failed test,
And hope in every poor diagnosis.
It’s there we find knowledge.
Knowledge becomes our seasoned guide,
Through the dark times of our lives.
Our wise seer that gives us a glimpse,
Of an otherwise unknown future.
Our firm shield against deception,
That protects us from the charlatans.
And our deadly weapon toward ignorance,
The silent destroyer.

Take not knowledge for granted.
Reach for it like nourishing food,
Like life-giving water,
And grasp it, as is your human right:
To know yourself,
And know your world.
Free from doubt,
And unshakeable against the despoiler.