A paradise of ignorance
Now I am a boy who idolizes letters.
I arrive at an unfortunate impasse:
when mankind invented industry
(by which I mean a language:
our first baron was the man
who gave another man directions)
he simultaneously ruined himself.
No prelapsarianism here, reader:
literature is (the world cannot
hold my displeasure at this)
the sign of ever doomed mankind
which learned to read, be unhappy,
and educate the children of men
into perpetual office: although suffering
might be our lot, we’re better off
not learning more and more about it.