0 The Essence of Experience

Was a knowledge ever more important,
Than an experience that breathes life?
A worn-out book that is superfluent,
Compared to the essence of the wildlife?

There, watching through an unbreakable glass,
An agog student reads the cold paper,
Which locked screens could be easily bypassed,
By a love bestowed by the warm nature.

Can words tell one about a quintessence?
Shoes clacking on marbles of polygons,
Or the daylight beaming down from zenith,
All within the rhapsodic Pantheon?

Is it not senses that gives clarity?
A palette that offers necessity?

--Christopher I., 22