The truths derived from Life's events are read
both literally and as parable.
A man who knows but half is better dead,
the price his spirit pays is terrible.
His rigid understanding deadens all
that doesn't meet his index of design,
and since he doesn't hear his own heart call,
concern for what his feelings can't define
does not exist. Instead, a phantom state
of sacro-sanctity becomes the pose
he scams behind to preach, pontificate,
and worst for him, pretend how much he knows.
A Parable is less a story than
a key meant to unlock the Soul of man.