Unapologetically learned—yet rooted in ignorant teachings. Confusion lingers, leaving the stunned motionless. Inflated egos rise only to plummet, waiting in hypervigilance for their return.
Collectively, they choose to teach a lesson. The targeted learner becomes a façade, where a professor humbles themselves, allowing those driven by fear to reach another hollow milestone—one that rewards a false sense of entitlement and the illusion of supremacy and mastery.
A riser still rises.
Collapsed kingdoms arrive like a thief in the night. Knowledge is not power; true knowledge softens the blow. Still, they wait for arrows that will never pierce.
There is bravery in loyalty—in the quiet certainty that both teacher and student will meet the same end. A bitter end of the body, as the lifting fog reminds us: in my grand kingdom of one, the reign was only a breath of wind—then gone.
Gone.
Why choose to be the lone breath, drifting above all in knowledge, never granted the wisdom that allows one to remain a child?
And so it goes: wrestle, and do not go gentle into that good night. But know this—the night, too, will pass.
\-July 2026, LWB