A curious climb, a mental steep ascent, where understanding's light is keenly lent. Yet as the vista broadens to the eye, a boundless dark begins to amplify.
For knowledge is a paradox, a twist, the deeper draught, the greater feels the thirst. Each fact attained, a newly opened door, revealing halls unseen, and many more.
The scholar pores, through volumes late and long, and masters truths that once felt vast and strong. But in that mastery, a whisper sighs, of oceans yet uncharted in the skies of what remains unknown, a shadowed sea, where endless questions beckon to be free.
So wisdom's peak, though hard and high it seems, but shows the grandeur of our waking dreams, and in that seeing, clear and sharp and bright, the vastness of our own unyielding night.
The more we grasp, the more we comprehend, the endless realms where knowledge has no end.
