Plethora
I swallow them dry
In thirty minutes I can see all truth
In one hour I can feel all pain
I’ve got this tiring God-complex for the 21600 seconds
I will climb to the top of the water towers and pretend that I control all that my eyes can see
I’ll read three books, maybe four, and possibly every word in the dictionary
And as the timer begins to sing, I will descend that rickety ladder and go home
I’ve not learned a thing
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Sure you have RG. In a mere 6 hours you have learned that there is nothing to learn. In the traditional sense of the word.