Why is my grasp
so weak
I want to grab
hold tight
to that which
my mind
delights
but can it be
that all I see
is a world
set-apart
without heart
for want
of a mind
to set
it free?
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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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