Little ‘T’ Truth

Little ‘T’ Truth

Only the color red was absent

“But red isn’t a color,” the kid in the front with the newly grown-in, oversized two front teeth points out. Looking fondly at the kid, the teacher asks, “What is it, then?” “It’s a state of being. It’s the way that someone would describe themselves when in a state of truth.” “Very good,” the teacher proclaims and then attempts to move on. “But why did you ask about it as if it were a color?” the kid pipes in. “What do you mean?”

“You asked which color was missing.”

“I asked which color was absent.”

“Yea, then Pete raised his hand and answered that it was red.”

“To which you replied …”

“Red isn’t a color.”

“Yes.”

“But why did you ask about the color in the first place?”

“I didn’t.”

 


 

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