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.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Should have
We mourn most those little girls so full of hope and life and even beauty as rose buds yet to blossom but now gone open petals sweet scent in the summer sun but our imagination of what should have become.
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