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I used to think all things partic'pated in the vast sum of knowledge. Lookin' at the black night out my window and the silence it breathes reminds me of the illusion of knowledge. How it can kill or how it can bring immeasurable pleasure. How I could use it. But I stop and look down at the floor for a moment and everything that I run from is silent, and will be afterward.