Where is the knowledge we lost in information?
Hear the Psalmist:
The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.
 Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.
 There is no speech, nor are there words;
Their voice is not heard.
 Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterances to the end of the world (Psalm 19:1-4).
Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
When Phoebus [the sun] wanted but one hour to bed,
The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
Were gilded o're by his rich golden head.
Their leaves and fruits seem'd painted but was true
Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew,
Rapt were my senses at this delectable view.
I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I,
If so much excellence abide below,
How excellent is he that dwells on high?
Finally, hear John Donne:
"In Heaven, it is always Autumn; God's mercies are ever in maturity."