Doesn't mean you make no sense.
There must be some world, in some time,
Where you'd receive compliments,
Where your ideas would be so lauded,
That you could not show yourself on the street,
Lest you get mauled by a frantic mob,
Believing you have what they seek,
Which is an answer to everything,
Wrapped in a single sentence,
Sought, moreover, in every age,
By every human.
And it's alright,
That you'll never see that world,
No one else will, even in this one.
It's an unfindable pearl.
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