I can’t confine it or define it.  It simply is.  Carried directly into my mind, taking the form of emotion and intellect, there are times when I don’t even feel it brush against my skin.

I see it in the absurdity of chance.  It’s undeniable.  It’s the laudable laughing of recognized circumstance.

It can not be stopped from breaking through or reaching out.  It pushes the limits and challenges me to see the unobstructed view, well beyond my own prejudices and beliefs, understanding that it exists independent of what I might like it to be.

Inarguable is its enduring quality.

Perhaps I see it looking out from every face that I meet and pass.  Perhaps I feel it in a warm embrace, when a touch communicates volumes and is sufficient unto itself.

Deception violates its purity only if I allow it, my desire for the lie its only footing.  I filter it in denial, hope or both, else I must accept it wholly.  Only I can remove my blinders.  I’m sure that’s true of all people.

It’s when words come leaping off the page.  Its essence transcends ages.  Its meaning breaches the membranes of time and space and thought, moving freely betwixt and between them.

It’s simple.  It’s truth.