Classic Poem

" WHICH way I turn is nut — myself am nix. "
So spake the Arch Lunatic; at his words,
The other Devils tapped their echoing domes,
As though they asked: " Is any one at home? "
Then in a heated blast they all made noise:
" Knowledge is ignorance, for now we know
That we know nothing; whereas we before
Thought that the pains that throbbed within our lofts
Came from too great a weight upon their beams,
But now we realize that it was but
The high air pressure outside on our domes
Caused by the vacuum within. " They raised a yell:
" Ign'rance is bliss; and bliss is happiness!
So we are happy as we are now free;
We cannot worry as we cannot know —
Better to joy in happy ignorance,
Than worry o'er the things we think we know! "