“ I placed a jar in Tennessee and round it was upon a hill. ”
The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.
~ Wallace Stevens
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.
After the final no there comes a yes / And on that yes the future world depends.
