“What is truth?” asked the student.
“Study the moonlight on the water,” replied the traveler.
The student did as instructed and returned with a satisfied smile. “It is like a constant upon a wavy ocean.”
“No,” answered the traveler, “it is but a fraction of all the light reflected by the moon.”
“I see,” said the student.
“No, you don’t,” replied the traveler, “because the moon itself captures but a fraction of the light that the sun casts.”
“Aah, now I see,” said the student.
“No, you don’t,” said the traveler, “because our sun is but one of an infinite number of stars.”
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