Isn’t it all just a tad 
exhausting? 

The information at our fingertips—
is it 
real 
or reliable 
or robotic? 

What is the point of 
knowing more 
if what we know now 
leaves 
us 
wanting? 

How many degrees does it take 
how many facts must we know 
how often must the other tell us we are 
right 
impressive 
smart 
revered? 

Isn’t it all just a tad 
exhausting?