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.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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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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