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? Where?
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?