Nobody likes a smartarse.
Let it be said
I know this, and I know it knowingly.
Now when I say I know it knowingly I mean
I know it for what it is,
self-evident as the self’s evidence of itself,
true as truism,
self-fulfilling as a repeated phrase,
repeated as a self-fulfilling phrase.
Childhood’s knowledge isn’t knowing knowledge.
Childhood doesn’t teach you this. It can’t.
the facts of life and not the fact of life
that nobody likes a smartarse.
Take this as direct unadorned instruction.
Repeat it after me.
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