Explore "Truth" by Carlos Drummond de Andrade on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The door of truth was open but would only let in half a person at a time.
And so it wasn't possible to have the whole truth, since the half person who entered returned with the picture of a half truth.
And the person's other half likewise brought back a half picture.
And the two halves didn't line up.
They broke through the door. They tore it down.
They arrived at the luminous place where the truth beamed its brilliant fires.
It was divided into two halves, one different from the other.
They argued over which half was more beautiful.
Since neither half was entirely beautiful.
They had to choose. And so each person chose according to his whim, his illusion, his myopia.