No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and come
out saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
"A water-pipe kind ...of creature."
Another, the ear. "A very strong, always
moving
back and forth, fan-animal."
Another, the leg. "I find it still,
like
a column on a temple."
Another touches
the curved back.
"A leathery throne."
Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk.
"A rounded sword made of porcelain."
He's proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place
and
understands the whole in that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling
in the dark are
how the senses
explore the reality of the elephant.
If each of us held a candle there, and
if we went in together,
we could see it.
Rumi
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