May 31
"What is truth?", Pilate then asked,
turning his back, about to leave,
"I bear-", replied the Lamb of God,
"... witness to truth. The truth is me."
A question posed so long ago,
but to this day ferments the mind,
as though a cataract which grows
to leave the eye completely blind
and doom a Man to only seeing
the world as flat and lacking depth,
a half-a-lie or half-a-meaning,
but bear a cross of equal weight.
turning his back, about to leave,
"I bear-", replied the Lamb of God,
"... witness to truth. The truth is me."
A question posed so long ago,
but to this day ferments the mind,
as though a cataract which grows
to leave the eye completely blind
and doom a Man to only seeing
the world as flat and lacking depth,
a half-a-lie or half-a-meaning,
but bear a cross of equal weight.
This is the beginning of a poem i jotted down on my way home. I am planning on finishing it sometime and introducing my idea of the truth, especially it's function in arguments.
(22/M/Zagreb)
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