Admirable ignorance
"It is what he does not know,
Crossing the road under the elm trees,
About the mechanism of my car,
About the Commonwealth of Massachusetts,
About Mozart, India, Arcturus,
That wins my praise. I engage
At once in whirling squirrel-praise.
He obeys the orders of nature
Without knowing them.''
-- From Richard Eberhart's "On a Squirrel Crossing the Road in Autumn, in New England''