Knowledge is like a river
flowing ever forward
wetting appetites
for more of what it provides.

Knowledge is like an explosion of cats
impossible to contain
and once it begins to spread
will almost certainly claw and bite you
if you attempt limit its freedom.

Knowledge is like a chick you really want to fuck
but who’s into another guy
or girl
or form of vegetation
– the important thing is she’s not into you,
get it?
She may smile
and look kindly upon you
but it ain’t gonna happen
unless you have enough to pay
which is unlikely to be a smooth negotiation,
so you’re probably better off
just leaving her alone.
Trust me on this one, all right?
I just know.

Knowledge is like the last episode
of How I Met Your Mother
where you’ve met the Mother
and you discover her name has the same initials
as your trusty narrator
and isn’t that special, but
– Spoilers!

Knowledge is spoilers.

Knowledge is a whole lot of things
all at once
many contradictory.
Knowledge is something
you think you want to have
until you do.