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Jun 2022
If you ask me
what it is I search for,
I will be obliged to
answer: “The truth”.

If you should then ask me,
“What is the truth?”
I will be obliged to
answer “I have not yet found it.”

How will I know
when I have found it?
Will it be
self-evident?

I will discard
everything that is not the truth,
and what remains,
however unlikely,
will be the truth.

Or possibly
it will not be
the truth.
Joseph Sinclair
Written by
Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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