Truth Is Just the Opposite of Sense

Music: Prelude #4 from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 2. By J.S. Bach. Sequenced by Yo Tomita.

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Truth is just the opposite of sense: What we know will lift, eventually, like fog. Each paradox is like a shining face Nodding vacantly across a room. The only source of thought is innocence, Yet we must wear the colors of the wog. The signature of arrogance is grace: How can we know, except that we presume? Reason robs the soul of nutrients: Each heart constructs its own bright carapace; Each mystery divides within its womb.