The truth slipped out quietly a small pebble squeezing out of a hole that was barely there. Wrapped in grief I only saw it out of my peripheral vision I squinted facing it head on and its impact startled me running me over like a determined boulder. And yet it was only the size of a sand grain. That is the astonishment of truth To be so big it must be small. To find it you must wait watching from the corners of your eyes.