Beene-beene. The truest truth.
Beene-beene. The truest truth.
He was my father. I own half his genes, and all of his history. Believe this:the mistakes are part of the story. I am born of a man who believed he could tell nothing but the truth, while he set down for all time the Poisonwood Bible.
Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories