Wings flutter
in the air
oh so tiny
is the dare
without so much
as map to bear
Oh I utter
do you care?
if I too
can fly
from here
to there?
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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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