I think, therefore iambic pentameter

Embrace your blindness. Savor each intricate contour
Of the darkness you inhabit. Listen and feel,
Voraciously attentive to what you know,
Content within it's limits. Man the master
Can only rule within tight fixed bounds.
Manage your business wisely, and when you wander,
Bear in mind the things you do not know:
Each stranger on the road may be your father.