Smug as could be
he gazed at his plate
with a look of self
satisfaction
that he alone
plowed the field
planted the corn
and summered
through to
the harvest
and even the moon
through the window
seemed
to agree
until his wife
broke the silence
with
ah-ah-ah-choo!
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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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