Intrinsic human knowledge . . . inherent to us all . . .
Finds its limitations where the horizon meets the ocean.
One knows the water continues on, it must.
But one can only see what appears to be the end.
The end, the hem, the close, the final line . . .
In one’s mind they seemingly accept what their eyes blatantly perceive,
But deeper within, in a part not quite known, they see what cannot be seen.
They see the possible, the fanatical, the supernatural, the ‘what comes next’ . . .
Beyond the experiential, the physical of actuality.
Beyond the day to day, the beginning and end, the in and out.
The peripheral sight comes close. Almost touching. Almost knowing.
But the intangible core humans are gifted with, by something greater than themselves,
The omniscient being hidden beneath mere comprehension.
The omnipotent being trapped within their fragile bones.
The omnipresent being beyond the laws and cycle of nature.
What is seen by this intangible core cannot be seen by the naked eye.
What is seen can only be felt. Not by the skin and flesh, not by the heart and soul.
Something greater, something more, something without title or definition.
Something that can neither be truly explained nor understood.
Something that knows more than one ever knows that they know.
Knowledge is more than books, more than thoughts, more than words.
Knowledge is more than actions, more than experience, more than skills.
Knowledge is all of these things and more. More than one can ever imagine.
More than one can ever appreciate, but it is there . . .
In each of us, knowledge lies, a universal collective.
Beyond social media and political propaganda.
Beyond gender roles and expectations.
Success and familial ties are only the beginning, the tiniest of hairs . . .
Stacked upon one another, but constantly crumbling from a lack of solidarity.
Slipping away and fighting against one another, by no fault of their own.
By no fault of their own. They try and search for answers.
Never ceasing their immense curiosity for where the waters lead.
Pushing the limits of limits themselves, reaching for limitlessness.
. . . something . . . they will never . . . reach . . . but
They try, even in the unconscious they try, they never stop trying.
The ego may bruise beyond repair by the limits of this world.
But the intangible core cannot help but carry on. Questioning, searching, always.
Even in secret, even with miniscule steps, even . . .
The core will always be what it is; there can be no doubt about this.
This . . . this is something that cannot be stopped.
No matter how insignificant or nonexistent it may seem,
The core is there. In each one of us. And if one is wise,
One would do well to search out the core, treasure and support it with all that they are.
For all that they are, is the core itself—beyond limitation, beyond knowledge . . .
Beyond all.
