How many eyes do you see? And how many heads? And mouths? Here we go. This is exactly the number of possible truth. One for each, roughly. The truth is no man's land. This is the land of all. Matter of mongrel mixture between what is and what we think, say, imagine, supposed to be. The gradient is uncertain. For what little it's worth I do not trust those who proclaims himself the depositary of the absolute truth, especially if he does so from a distance, attached to a telephone and spitting venom and insults about who has the right to think more.
[photo by siamesesam ]
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