things are not
what they appear
to be
not what you think
they really are
and not
what we expect
them to end.
they are not
definitely what
we are not.
not only that
not even that
this world is not
what it is too
that cave is not
a cave
that moron is not
at all a moron
as color is not
the property of
that object
but accordingly the
property of light
which is not the
property of
color itself.
and so it is not
what it is not really
as words are not
that words at most
the way how they
are not used.
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