Somewhere past what we all think we know
Past all the specious arguments and opinions
There is one great TRUTH
The question is: Can our puny minds grasp it?
We make so many problems with each other
Over words, and sounds, that mean less than nothing
Except we agreed they meant something
Someday we will be free from this prison
We will fly like rockets and not even feel speed
We will be alive as we… cannot understand
What being alive means…very few catch this glimpse
And when they do they smile the rest of thier lives
And worry for nothing and argue for nothing
Because they have even one idea of this one TRUTH
They do not shout from the rooftops they ‘found it’
They know that men would spit on them
For being able to SEE…….

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