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.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Is My Mind Mine
Is my mind mine only to mine ideas from thoughts to imagine and construct what could be from nothing and there it dwells inside the head until the mouth and fingers and toes make it so?
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