Lost in a Sea of facts, statistics,
Truth is a prevalent pearl,
but ever-so subtle demeanour'd,
biding her Time, everlastingly ready
and unchanging, but her dress is different
every day, an old woman once,
and young the next Evening-tide,
never again what I beheld
for the very first time.
So at the bottom of the oceans of this World
of information lies the pearl.
Can you see it?
It is everywhere at once, I say,
but blindness is tireless keeper
of ignorant hearts.
So who discerns
what none believe
to have been ever made?
Who can see the pearl
or glance its Name?