There is no single center any more—
We live bombarded by the anarchy
Of information, where we’re always hit by more
Than we can process with discrepancy—
Facts that are crucial, hard, and data-based
And yet totally biased and subjective—
Reported then revised and then replaced
Before we get to put them in perspective.
What can we glean when knowledge ends up drowned
By data points from Berlin to Bolivia,
Deafened by information that’s not sound,
And starved to death because it’s fed with trivia—
From whose uncentered sway we can discern
One simple fact: to know is not to learn.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells