Here is an anonymous letter,
having some facts that appear to be concocted,
yet you have to take cognizance,
otherwise, you will be blamed for appearing to be partial.
Look, no one cares about the truth,
what appears matters more than what is true.
Disproof is more powerful than proof,
uncertainty is more blissful than certainty.
That's how papers roll, facts dissected,
every dissection leaves some flesh and blood.
With their loss, fact loses the sheen.
Matter is not important, presentation of matter is,
truth is not important, who says is the relevant point.
That's how the world runs.
Artefact is more valuable than fact,
statement is more important than incident,
in life's journey, a bystander is a stand by.
I sound pessimistic!
Look at yourself.
You may be pleasantly surprised with the truth or the void.
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