The foolish and the story writers were somewhat the same
One cooks with mud, one cooks with fire
One too small, stands proud of his loud ignorance
The other tall enough, sits humbly on his silent discern
One imitates, one creates
One knows how to read, one learned how to understand
One can only capitalize on his strengths, blind of his weaknesses
The other sometimes capitalize on his weaknesses, sometimes blind of his strengths
One pretends to know, one pretends to not know
Foolish brag to fishes
to those earless beings from a lower domain
But to the witnesses of the truth,
birds speak to them:
These creatures carry to heaven
their stories and their dignified pronouncements
