a thought; is the truth, in some wondrously authentic and clear-cut manner, something that you hear often? Or, are truths hidden, concealed, and covered up with all sorts of curious psychological baggage, with frequent undertones of fiery, esoteric erotica, elusive and slippery once identified? And, never exactly black and white, either. More like shades of gray, umber, and even red. Hmmmm...
Namaste
