What is valuable in literature

Is its metaphor.

 

Much like how Purple could not be discovered

Except by more advanced cultures

Through the refining of a language…

Even going so further to identify every color

With a unique name,

This is what metaphor does

To the invisible strings of truth.

 

They are able to be found

But can only be found in metaphor.

The fact that two men can say exactly the same thing

In completely different words—

With completely different stories—

Even reaching that lofty goal of an idea

Simultaneously, without knowledge of the one from the other…

 

There is proof of God’s existence.

And this is it.

That latent in the ethos of all thought

Truths can be found independently by one or another.