mud

we have this funny tendecy of forgetting the time when we were down in the ground, crawling in the privemal mud. but we do not forget it entirely: oh, no, we don't. we use it whenever the opportunity comes, in a sentence starting by "i know". but we don't know, because there is nothing to know, and because our own pride blinds us to the obvious: there is no truth out there. or rather, there might be a truth somewhere, but it does not come in a "one size fits all" flavour. for the mud was not the same, is not the same, and will never be the same.