I'm glad we have no fucking idea. How boring would life be if we actually knew? You know? It's a fucking mind explosion to think you know but in actuality have no fucking idea. But in the end we all just wonder what. You feel me?
What knowest thou? Fucking knoweth, thy don't... lolwut? See what I mean, the sense just isn't being made anymore. Departed, have we, from idea having. As if, I feel, we were stuck in, of sorts, a wonderland...
Sort of a presumptuous statement but I understand the sentiment. Even though I don't necessarily agree.