The more I learn how to ask good questions,
The more people I meet who avoid them,
Some of whom are those who do not seem
To like the answer, “I don’t know”,
And who will pretend that they do.
They are not the sort to be
They have ruled out surprise.
They choose incuriosity
As their disposition,
And remain incurious
Even about this choice.
These are the masses among which we live—
Who care too little
And avoid those who do not.
And the writer writes—
And rarer still,
And seeks the truth
On his own.