| The truth could simply be something that everyone sees and knows already,
something that we all live with, sleep with, and wake up to, and die as a result
of - the truth could be something so obvious and familiar, but which no one
has uttered. It could be there, alive, dormant, visible to all like a white
mountain, like an ugly song, like a bleeding face, but no one has uttered its
existence, no one has spoken its reality, no one has really seen it, burned in it,
agonized in its suppuration, and finally cried it out. And while it lives, uncried
out, it devours us, this unacceptable truth that we accept in silence.
Ben Okri
But I don't buy it. |
