TRUTH is BLIND Picture

Out --out are the lights --out all!
And over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

~excerpt, "The Conquering Worm," Edgar Allan Poe

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Another idea I have been playing around with in my head. I took the ideas from Libra as well as Egyptian mythology and... well... not exactly what I had hoped for but I think if I keep fiddling with it I'll just end up ruining it. But, my main thought is that as much as we want to believe that there is an ultimate truth, in reality truth is more gray than black and white.

Is my truth the same as yours, I wonder?
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