The poem
When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands, But the scene is grey."

The poem
When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: "Woe to my knowledge! I intended to see good white lands And bad black lands, But the scene is grey."
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As I progress through my life, it is harder and harder to see too much in very stark, black & white terms, on most crucial matters the truth lies in the gray
Religious dogmas, accepted and even exalted by society, represented by the "fat" prophet, face reality, they fail. Good and evil are a mire.