On Consistency and Truth

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Language is the house of being
And one can see the quality of that house
By speaking or being spoken to.
The wolf reveals what makes your thoughts
And those on sand crumble at your feet,
Those made in clay, up in smoke,
Rather of fog, morphing — hot air rises.
Occluded it seems opaque, solid
(Concealment is not always cover)
Build simply, build true, and build for yourself