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.
Friday, January 08, 2010
Just visitors
And then they came Atop the dead and gone They built floor, walls And a roof And briefly they lived There And gone too After some revolutions Around the sun No one remembered But the earth That life came And lived Here
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