
The unbridled meanderings of a footloose wordsmith occasionally stumble upon the Truth. At the damnedest times, Truth will rear up, like a cobra ready to strike. Most of us run when faced head-on with the stinging barb of Truth. Unaccustomed as we are to experiencing Truth, it feels like the enemy. What happens, then, when we look this Cobra of Truth in the eye? If we're smart, we love it. I…
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