Truth stands on elemental rock
embedded in time
solidified by centuries.
Compressed diamond-like
I hold it in my hands–
Logos–word of truth.
Its facets of virtue reflect
knowledge revealed in
white space.
In logical progression it marches
across ages . . . pages . . .
Somewhere down in Egypt
it struck camp.
No longer written in stone
it whispers now in the
silent, eternal,
white space.
