Would that we could read plainly
all the words ever spent in the pursuit of truth
and that they might direct us to its fullness.
Would that, coming upon it,
we would know it in an instant
and find we had the will to live by it.
But we have mere fragments of the many quests
and what is written on our hearts
is too strange for us to read.
May these words help us to remain committed
to seeking after truth,
come whence it may,
cost what it will.