Once, in the folds of time, at the edge of space,there was a world where people of every nation and every language spoke nonsense. The kings and queens in every land all had empty souls and used their position to create elaborate lies about their glory and honor in order to conceal, even from themselves, the moral black holes that otherwise would be revealed to be inside of them.

These rulers would wander from morning to evening around their estates and palaces spewing elaborate narratives of delusion about themselves. They would also use their power to force all of their subjects into a frenzy of fear where the people from one end of the world to the other lived in such terror of ever speaking in a way that might challenge the narrative of delusion of the world's royals that it was not long before all the common people in this world also lost their minds.

For a time, some people joined in formal or informal gangs with others who seemed to look like them or speak like them, because they shared common fears and conspiracy theories, or because they shared common visions of grandeur. These gangs never lasted for long, however, because more and more individuals lost touch with the realities required for keeping themselves healthy, or even for keeping themselves alive.

If a person were to find their way outdoors and onto the street, they would, for example, run into one person who was wandering around talking loudly to no one about how everything in the universe was magic and could change with the snap of the fingers. The next person they would run into might be darting here and there whispering about how the whole world was just a computer program, a simulation, running inside a computer in someone's hand in a world far, far away.

The laws in every land ultimately served only the rulers. They were applied as a tangled web of weapons against anyone who failed to conform to the whims arising from the grandiose delusions of the kings and queens on any given day. A confrontation with truth was something that was inconceivable. But then it happened.

A tiny truth entered into the world where every single person had lost their mind. It came first as a look in an eye. A certain mad street poet turned about one day on the street, while singing rhymes,and found herself staring eye to eye with someone who looked at her kindly, with truth in his eye. Just for the blink of an eye, the delusional mind of the mad street poet was shocked, and for a second the truth she saw in the other's eye entered her mind and replaced her mind's own delusions. Just for a second.

Then it happened again with another person, and another and another. Soon, in the recesses of many minds there was an unconscious memory and awareness of the existence of truth.

Then the tiny truth that had come into this delusional world took a new form. One day the mad street poet who had first been caught by the kind eye of truth was caught by it again. This time, after the moment when their eyes locked, before the mad street poet could turn away,she was caught by a smile of truth. The smile made her shudder. It went against the grain of her whole delusional mind. Still, she had a hard time breaking away from the smile. She had a hard time not trying to see the whole face. Was the whole face kind? Was the whole face true? She did not know how to ask herself the question. She did not have the ability to see the whole face. Her eyes couldn't focus there. But she saw the smile of truth. And then the same thing happened to others.

By this time, in the delusional madness of this world the people had lost their ability to be conscious of the frantic fear and terror of the rulers and the delusions of the rulers which had driven all of them mad. They had each drifted off into their own unreal worlds. They still lived in that fear that had first overtaken them, but due to their delusions they no longer realized it. Now that so many of them had been caught by the kind eye of truth and by the smile of truth, they began again to glance at one another directly for a moment here and a moment there. They could never have said so, but they were curious. If they looked, would they see a kind eye of truth? Or would they catch a glimpse again of a smile of truth?

Then the tiny truth that had come into this world became stronger. Again it was the mad street poet who encountered the tiny truth in a new form. Again, her eye was first caught by the kind eye of truth. Then her heart and mind were momentarily captured by the smile of truth. And this time, as, for a moment, she almost hypnotically stared at the smile of truth, the mouth that formed that smile spoke a word of truth and said to her, "You can learn."

At first the poet didn't understand the words. Of course she knew what the words meant, she told herself. But a struggle was going on inside of her. Because somehow she had heard the words as words of truth. She wasn't sure what truth was, but she realized it was different from the way she was used to knowing things. She was used to expressing her delusional sense of the world in her street poems. In her poems she might speak about learning, but the meaning of learning was malleable. Whatever could be learned could as quickly be unlearned. Hearing the words, "You can learn", as a word of truth, made her realize that whatever truth was, she could learn it. And it wouldn't change. She wouldn't want it to change. This was different. This was light, and she had been blind. And then the same thing began to happen to others. And it was through the the kind eye and the smile and the words of the street poet that truth began to spread.

And then the tiny truth that had come into this world became stronger than the whole world. The street poet was standing on the street singing her lyrics which now were drawing people closer and closer to learning truth. Suddenly she stopped. She saw before her the eyes in which she had first recognized truth. She saw the smile in which she had fist recognized truth. And now her eyes could focus and see the whole kind face. She could see truth in his whole face. Tears began running from her eyes. She was praying for her world to learn truth and her prayer of tears were true.