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Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.

I Just Think People Overvalue Argument Because They Like To Hear Themselves Talk.

Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.

Truth, I Have Learned, Differs For Everybody. Just As No Two People Ever See A Rainbow In Exactly The Same Place - And Yet Both Most Certainly See It, While The Person Seemingly Standing Right Underneath It Does Not See It At All - So Truth Is A Question Of Where One Stands, And The Direction One Is Looking In At The Time.

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.