Nomad

Once there was a nomad
Who passed an entrance to a mine:
I wonder what is mined here?, he thought.
‘Nothing but these’, replied a woman
‘Come here and observe this one in the light.’
So the nomad went with the woman:
Brilliant illuminating!, he gasped
See how it sparkles!
How it bears examination
Its facets are transparent from every angle!
‘Clear and immutable’, agreed the woman
‘Indestructible in fact
The hardest natural substance
Fused in the heat and pressure
Of the human heart.’
What are they called?, asked the Nomad
‘Truths’, replied she.
And she handed him a scrap of paper
Upon which these very words were written…
Once there was a nomad…