Truth

Truth

Pen sat on a log, deep in thought. As his eyes scanned the horizon he squinted. He knew he was on the verge of understanding, but he just hadn’t quite got it.

He watched the sun every day. He knew when it came over the horizon, when it was directly overhead and when it disappeared. He knew you couldn’t look directly at it without hurting your eyes. He knew how slowly it moved, and how long it took to bring the light and how long it was before it took the light away when it disappeared. And he knew those times changed ever so slightly as the days passed.

He felt sure that the sun was important to growing things. He had observed many plants following the sun from it’s first light, to it last. They had to get something from it, the light, the heat? Maybe both? Why would they be so in tune to it. He just didn’t quite understand it. And something else eluded him. Something important that he was close to figuring out.

Today as he thought, it suddenly came to him. There was a flash of insight, so sudden that he just knew it was true. Nobody would believe him. If he hadn’t studied the skies for so long he wouldn’t have believed it himself. Still he’d bet his life on it. It was so simple. It made perfect sense. The sun didn’t revolve around this planet, the planet revolved around the sun!

He was never able to convince anyone. They laughed at him. Eventually he decided it really didn’t matter. Truth is still truth, even if it is only believed by one. Someday everybody would know he was right. That thought made the little dinosaur happy throughout his whole long life.