A tale too old to forget One felt a wall, the other a rope
A pillar was where the third’s opinion set.
Argued they did back and forth
On what each knew to be right
A snake for the trunk, a fan for the ear,
Their banter was now a full on fight.
How real, one often wonders,
Are the elephants we meet and such?
How many debates and discussion,
Before my truth and yours, both mean just as much ?