Let every man aspire to a Silent Citadel in the sky,
and there live free from the crowd.
Eventually, if he wants to learn about himself,
he will have to climb back down into the throng.
Once here, what can he hope to glean from the squeals and grunts,
the coughs and splutters,
And all the dark muttering?
He will need a well tuned ear,
and a steady eye,
to pierce the irony of these cynics.
Cynicism is that form of expression by which the ‘common man’
finally approaches truth.