A Tale of the Stupidity of Theology.

Disclaimer: I don't endorse this belief, but it's simply a poem that, I think, ultimately, tells of the limits of human knowledge.

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

From British poet John Godfrey Saxe

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