I told a friend many lifetimes ago there is but one truth. It is not
facile or flexible. It is immutable.

I have seen contracts made to raise children under the cloud of
addiction and heard that defined as family. I have seen how these
children suffer.

I have walked the streets with people who know no other possibility.

And still, the golden light of sunset shines upon us all. There is
possibility of endless proportion.

As the thread of truth is pulled taut between what is and what shall
be, it spins itself into golden luminance - alone for all eternity.

There is but one truth.

It is immutable.

It is.