of unearthing seeds unplanted

It would be foolish to forget that the pursuit of knowledge, whether be the detecting ancient patterns, traversing space and time, or hyper-magnification of being, has no ultimate wisdom without the pure and solitary intent to unravel thyself. To misplace this memory would be to only stymie the very humanity in which induces this transcending curiosity. Strangely, bidding farewell to selfish pursuits and welcoming those of others unsheaths not the answers to the questions which we desire, but the radiating lust which these questions lure. A great cosmic imposition is an ultimatum: Give in to humanity, or give to humanity. May art be the quotient and if so, of celebration, or suffering?