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A man lives by the truth, he is obliged to.
The truth guides his step in safe passage, every
movement , each word he speaks, is one compelled
as sure as the motion of the blood along
his veins, or breath that fills his lungs, unforced
and sustaining, so does a man act and speak.
All the ways of nature show the same unyielding
adherence to principle, what explains
the emergence of forms in any context, always
precisely right, the exception shown up as
proving the rule, and thus itself as rightness
in unbroken wavelength of the truth.
The path of truth is the path to life, so does
each untruth pose as truth, in nature spreads
like wildfire, all manner of deceit and snare,
of spots and stripes and brilliant ruses, nothing
is but what it appears to be, and inwardly
it knows the difference, as ordinary.
And untruth is the truth a man lives by,
he tailors his appearance to the right conceit,
hairstyle, cut of clothes, even adherence to law;
and somehow out of relativity gains
the ideal of righteousness, transcendent truth,
the glorious life he can never find on earth. |
