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, April 16, 2012
The Dove is Silent
In morning the dove is silent as the breeze sweeps old ideas now exposed to the light of day with the veil of night lifted and my eyes see for the first time what my imagination already knew.
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