Behold, All Things Have Become True

There was a river in the rainforest,
dividing land and people into two tribes.
Each tribe assumed in the distant past
there had been only one tribe — theirs,
living on only one side of the river — theirs.

After many years, their languages had diverged.
A person might shout across the river,
“Have you caught any fish today?”
And the other person would shout back
“No, the berries are not ripe yet.”
And then,
“No, not berries. Fish.”
“Yes, I have two brothers. And you?”
Eventually they just stopped shouting.

In their silence
they would never know what they shared —
Fish, berries, rain, and mud,
Laughter around the fire,
Death and sorrow.

Last night I watched a video on the internet
that said the Earth is flat.
Of the 200,000 comments, half believed it.
That’s 100,000 people on the other side of the river.

Since we don’t agree on what the words mean,
we cannot even disagree.
Black is white,
Up is down,
And all things have become true.