A ton of bricks hit me. So with it, I built this wall around me. And all the people gather to admire it's masonry. I explain to them it's beauty. How each one is the reward for my searching. And beside the wall is Eden's apple tree. Naked of truth, while it's fruits surround me.
Reason for writing:
Searching for the truth can be painful and beautiful.
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