Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
There's that song The Ignoramus of Love, and again it has those peppy hand claps in it, but also there's just this random lyric that's like, I remix horses.
And when the independent clause finally appears, it consigns anyone who would disagree with what precedes it to the category of the ignorant, the same category to which the heathens, ignorant of the true God, themselves belong.