"What is logic? And reason?"
I say to you.
"For if the mind changes as the season,
what part does knowledge play?"
"Our very reality, is illusion,
made of what we think we know."
"And to clear up all confusion,
I say this;"
"We know nothing."
"For this is the truest statement,
ever known to man."
"Our reason is an ointment,
to heal uncommon sense."
"Even our eyes have the infection,
for the colors are not there."
"It is all but a reflection,
of light unexplained."
"But amidst this imperfection,
there is no one else to blame."
"It's important that you know this."
"For we are all insane."