It compels me that one man, with only a handful of words, can take mans' egocentric hypocritical nature and spell it out so simply. For what it really is and always has been (BY that i mean Graves, not the common psudo-intellectual hypocrite). For "He", man, speaks of knowing the ego and the ignorances of life lined with a dark drama and depriving it of soul and meaning , assuming they have knowledge by proclaiming that they do not know everything and have so much to learn? Yet they have the most to say and a look down at those of common thread with great disdain. They have wit, i will give them this, but wit is nothing more than a poser in a coat of rhetorical disguise... nothing more than a dichotomy lost in the ego of all confusion...complete and utter nonsense. Then there are the fools that fall for the bait and are hooked and sucked down by the under tow not knowing that just swimming against the current will set them free.
...and yet, "how naked go the sometime nude"
I died for Beauty—but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room—
He questioned softly ``Why I failed?''
``For Beauty,'' I replied—
``And I—for Truth—Themself are One—
We Brethren, are,'' He said—
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night—
We talked between the rooms—
Until the moss had reached our lips—
And covered up—our names—
-Emily Dickenson
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