Through a Garden of Leaves

If you imagine a world of truth obfuscated by a world of lies then everything you do is political, and anytime you see the truth, even the slightest glimpse of it, it's a minor miracle. And the beauty of the truth is that it's something that can never be written down... here before you is the truth, no... never. But the quest is truthful. The quest... to seek it is in a way finding it, and many times, if not always, finding it by what it is not...