The Truth

Will never be known

Only perceptions will emerge

From subjective views

Glimpses of reality

That no one else can see

Experience or replicate




There are simply

Too many moving parts

Quarks and neutrinos

Making up atoms

Cells and clusters

Zipping this way and that

Alternating between

Waves and particles

Mass and mystery

Combining at once

In anthropomorphic form

Moment to moment

As some move on and

Some stay for the ride

All aboard a spaceship

Hurling through the cosmos

Made up of the same

Quarks and neutrinos

Waves and particles

As some sort of

Done with mirrors illusion


(My understanding is that, every eleven years, give or take, every cell in the human body is replaced. Begging the first question. Where did “you” go”?  Along with, now, who are you? If you are what you eat, then you have flushed away, who you were.


For example, skin cells change more often than bone cells. Oxygen cells are converted near immediately into the bloodstream. Transforming alleged nutrition into energy and / or waste. Divinely depending on where it is needed.)



Truths are made up

Like money and borders

Names of animals and plants

Stars and galaxies

People and places

Numbers and values

Languages and math

Karma and justice

God(s) religion(s) and time

All made up

Because in the bizarreness

Of our collective consciousness

………. we can



And yet

Depending on the circumstance

One is still inclined

To cling to one

Or the other

Or all

As if one or the many

Are, or even maybe

The “truth”

Like it is the oxygen

One needs to breathe

To feel internally / eternally okay

Which only lasts but a moment



“The opposite of a profound truth is

another profound truth”  – Niels Bohr 



“And That’s the Truth”

“Pblblthhhh,”

– Lily Tomlin



“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “

– Angelo Devlin