Plato On 14th Street

The question was asked once before; "What is truth?" The birds know its song and the stars know its glory. The Word has gone out to all the world, but few have understood its message. As the wind whispers by me I think. The wind goes where it wants to, and you can hear its sound, but you can't tell where it came from or where it's going. Something has changed. There's something inside me that wasn't there before; a joy, a happiness that defies description, a new life.