If we are allowed to be honest for a moment.
Truth does not need us to defend her!
Why, even her shyest glance is wont to play havoc with our most cherished concepts…
Words, symbols, scratches on wood and stone.
Far preferable, then, to stand aside, and let her get on with it… while we flee, in relief, back to our overblown conceits.
Misunderstanding and fear, you see, suit us much better.
And as the day turns to memory, as all days must…
We can, perhaps, savour together, in our garden of earthly delight,
the tragic Satyr Play of our attempts to woo her veracity.