We keep arguing about what truth really is.

And, most of the time, we insist that what we know is the truth.

But in the end, what is the sound of truth?

Waves on a beach? The laugh of a child?

Or perhaps those competing truths？

The truth of the mind and the truth of the heart.

If all the apples are bruised, then it's the unbruised apple that is bad. The sane one who is crazy.

For what is normal is that upon which nine wise people can agree, leaving the tenth to swing from a hangman's rope.

Yes, it all gets physiological now.

What we can see now is that maybe we are not always as right as we think we are.

Sometimes we are not as rational as we think we are.

And when most people are wrong, the real right one can be condemned wrong.

So, remember, don't judge that easily, because you may be wrong even when nearly everybody around thinks the same as you do.

Listen to the silence. Help the world be better, so that you won't one day be the sane one hanging from the tree.

Silence must be heard.