Who knew Knowledge,
could be so devastating.
my decade long sojourn in the netherworld
I reemerge in this world with sharp eyes, humbled;
my bygone blurred vision of the world
a reminder of the fated ignorance of even the most educated of men.
Knowledge is not earned but a gift of the Dead, of the gods.
Blessed and cursed both
the man on whom It is bestowed.
Though today I begin my four hundred and sixty nine moons in life
having died and recently reborn in Knowledge
I am in fact a new born child
dependent on the caprice of the gods
the lords of this world
for my survival.
I begin my life anew
with certain trepidation
for I will in cipher speak to men
of the secret of the gods
and like those before me
will suffer the consequence.