Truth is not anchored to the ground by driven piles. It can float and take to the air; it is light and lovely and delicate. It is feminine as well as masculine. It is often gentle, and sometimes it can even make a fool of itself-but when it does it calls down God {who protects weak creatures}, and suddenly its foolishness becomes a blazing, piercing light.
( Mark Helprin )
[ Ellis Island and Other Stories ]
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