I looked and looked
and always mistook
what my eyes had seen
for the essences of being
the particulars found
would always astound
but the one that confound
was the miracle found
I see that
I see
and it is me
that I be
my
self
I
found.
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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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