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, October 29, 2010
Butterfly
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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