Truth And Experience Comments

Once again, a poem which rings with perspective. What is truth? What is real. Even separated by only two feet, our view of a chair across the room is different enough to elicit very different descriptions. Red is red only in the mind of one who thinks he's seeing red. It is simply a wavelength of light. Yes, writing what you know can be a good place to start, but writing what you can imagine is a good place to be.