Unadorned Conscience

Thinking it sophisticated, he declared himself a sophist. Dwelling deep in Plato’s cave, he became learned in the shapes of shadows. Enamored by their dim dancing, he concluded there can be no truth. One day he realized that for this assertion to be true, it must be false, and if it is false, it cannot be true. Stepping out into ambrosial, golden dawn, Departing at the new glistening inception, he carried the heart of a befuddled terrified nomad. A drifter, always hungry for affinity. Rootless, always foraging for simpatico. He became the vagrant ferreting the ambient gleaming reaches, never certain of what he found, but convinced that his search was urgently necessary. In luminous amber ambience, he ambled the ambulatory. Though his methods seemed antiquated and antique, he knew he could never return to the cave shadows of antiquity. No, they would never deceive him again. But then as explorer, he confronted new dilemmas, choosing between the newspeak of alternate realms. His path lit by ubiquitous glittering rocks; he felt the glow penetrate in ways he never before conceived, for he had always been soaked in stygian tenebrosity. Common minds traverse comfort zones, seldom seeing beyond their boundaries. His new freedom granted an empathic eye, remembering his hardest anxious choices. Never before did he recognize how this residue, he collectively shared. Upon this subliminal shoreline between mortality and the sublime, he could reify rapturous grails. He knew then, this divination was made possible only by his relatedness of being. Moral codes based on inclusive truths make civil discourse achievable because universal joints join collective being with unadorned conscience.