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.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon





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