Truth; the pinnacle of being.  It inspires wonder in a way that words can only attempt to explain.  It's as if one is fulfilled ny its hopefullness.  Thinking of it I a inspired...and angered.  I have been hurt, lied to.  And it angers me.  But I guess people will have their inspiration nd I willl have mine and mine will be beauty.  The trut in beauty compells one to speak withot thinking.  It's in spurts and sputters like each sentence if forgotten by the first and finished by the next.  Despite the anger, rivers flow powerfully.  They wander along meadow bottoms as a lost child searching for his dream of the end of the earth.  It is out there somewhere, I just know it.  I'll find it I will, and when I do, I'll claim it as my own.  It is a beautful place ehere the lion lays down by the lamb and peace reigns as a being of light and beauty.  There are so many words, so litttle truth.  In it, the beauty of experience examines the purity of the soul and angler on a river expressing his heart.  Hearts are not all alike and despite ange and pain ther is ove.  I have felt it, remember it, have felt is in doubt yet never let go and now I finding it  in thew strngest ofd places.  In a friend.  Fellowship over words and relation the genius that binds as soolid as first rate expoxy as warm as a cup of coffee before bed.  There is great joy there thoguh sometimes I am lost to it's calling but fissures break and love is a setting stone and truth despite annger will always be seen.  Love and truth, those being I long to explore.  Let theree soul be settled and their heart fulfilled and feel love.  I am happy may it last as eternities length.