Point to point
line by line
from here to there
meeting now and again
at places where
the obtuse
made
you scratch your head
and thoughts became
acute
or rather dread
in a make-believe world
flat and entirely unfurled
in the roundness
inside
your head.
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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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