What is my
real world
the imaginations
in my head
or the horizon
my eyes squint
to see
maybe memories
constructed from
things that once
touched my hands
or thoughts
that forever are
just beyond
my
grasp?
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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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