Truth is what touches a fringe, a fact that dated back to grandmothers eating their rice one after the other in Sanskrit. Contradiction is a dead tongue spoke to bring down bodiless grandmother and grandmother, the ancestor rice eaters in their crows.
But that is what all our truth is. Truth is rice eating yearly crows that understand only Sanskrit,that is the tongue of the dead.We build bridges with the dead the way a bodiless truth works .
Truth is learning our colleagues no more eat rice off their plates.