Under the shade of a tree,
with no name,
and an ant,
with no name,
I watched
and imagined
I was that ant,
hither and thither and yon I went,
soon too,
I had no name
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Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
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4 comments:
And have you found the truth?
I think it is straight ahead, right over that next mountain.
Is that a mountain or an anthill?
Whatever, it's a charming poem, gestalt (if that's not too pretentious a word), like something from a children's anthology...
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