How do I say what I don't know?

How do you care without knowledge of it?

I want to know, but

It just won't do,

So I wil say,this.

There is a special place

(many, really)

Where dreams are lost and found again,

Where hope is made and stored.

It is incomparable,

So wide and vast,

What a vital part of life

This place is.

Filled with "gadgets and gizmos,"

With flowing lines and sinuous shapes.

It is black and white,

Yet in full color,

Brimming with stories,

Starting and ending and ever-continuing

Ouroboros and segmented signs,

Great history and mythology,

Vastly uncharted.

A new book, an old book,

A roomful of stories,

Of our own creations  and imaginations.

Our art, made of our sorrow and our joy.

World of learning and feeling,

Of literature, art, and science.

Inerconnected tapestry woven

Of shared stories.

Of love. Our love.

If it is, would you let me know?

Without any knowldge,

These feeling, would you care if I show?