The truth is a shapeshifter.
It has no form of its own
until it tries to squeeze through
the narrow opening of our curiosity.
We are the locksmiths of our own ignorance.
We forge a key in the shape of a "Why"
and act surprised when the door won't open to a "Who."
The universe isn't hiding;
it’s just waiting for a question that doesn't feel like a trap.
Stop sharpening the question.
Start widening the ear.
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