Part Three: Knowledge
'What is knowledge?'
A man asked me!
'What is understanding?'
A man asked me!
I could not reply,
For I knew not,
I couldn't understand why,
He asked such questions, full of rot.
Then I wondered,
And I read my books,
Looking for an answer,
To his strange questions.
Then the next day, a woman asked me:
'What is knowledge?', she said,
Ever so vaguely.
'What is understanding?', she asked.
I promised I would find out,
Though it was a lie,
For how can one answer it:
Till rocks, themselves, can fly.
But then, the next day came!
And another person, what a shame.
A boy of eight, asking me: 'What is knowledge?'
'What is understanding?'
I couldn't lie, oh know.
Not a third time!
But I couldn't answer, oh know.
It was not possible.
So then I stared at him, eye to eye.
And wondered, whether I could try.
'Hmm', I muttered, under my breathe!
'Understanding is knowledge!', I said.
'That is not my answer.', the little boy said!
'Exactly.', I replied, rubbing my head.
'But -', he began!
'But. Knowledge, is understanding', I said.
'I dont understand.', he moaned.
'Yes, you do.', I groaned.
'You cant understand!', I cried,
'For there is no knowledge!', I sighed.
Then his face lit up,
He finally understood,
That knowledge lies in:
The knowledge of understanding, knowledge!
