I have seen a thing under the sun:
I have seen a man crave knowledge and give all he has to find it.
I have seen a man gain more than he knows, for beyond the knowledge itself, he gains another gift: the lust to know more. The gift sought brings pleasure for a time; the gift unsought brings devastation.
I have seen this tale of achievement become a tale of tragedy: I stood in the rain as a defeated man lay back down in dust at the end of life, knowing only his despair that he does not yet truly know.
I have seen truth: there has always been, there will always be, another thing to know.
I have wondered at this thing under the sun, for knowing so rarely leads to wisdom.
I have pondered a deeper truth: could it be that the knowledge yearned for by the head destroys the one who gains it absent the mystery sought by the heart?