Erudite

Knowledge.
Intelligence.
Wisdom.
And all that is of the mind.
Not to be determined by the testing of a corporation
Or an academic organization.
Each mind contains the ability
To be in touch
With the world that surrounds.
Not all, however, embrace this power.
This is a rarity,
To be in touch with the mind
And the soul.
To speak in words of eloquence.
To absorb the riches of scenery.
To calculate that of what is real,
And what is not.
Adrenaline sparks through my veins
And my eyes light up with enthusiasm
Once I realize another being
Of this power stands before me.
This is not a matter of study,
Or memorization,
Or practice.
No, I say, this is the bareness of humanity.
To be selfish of thy being,
Yet to be in touch with life
And its surroundings.
Knowledge is Intelligence.
Intelligence is Wisdom.
Wisdom is of the mind.
The mind is of the soul.
This is living life
To its greatest extent.
Those of likeness to me,
Embrace this title.
Become this title.
This is a common possession,
But a powerful talent.
We are Erudite.