The deeper we get into
the idea of what's real,
the further away we become
Trying to put our formulas
into a box,
is folly zero sum
Like the horizon before you
that you see but can't touch,
the truth forever disguised
Its costume to change
with every reason we claim
—only the search bringing meaning to the wise
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
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