An island where everything becomes clear.

Here one can stand on the ground of proofs.

The only road has its destination.

Shrubs are burdened with answers.

Here grows the tree of Proper Conjecture,
its branches eternally untangled.
The dazzlingly straight tree of Understanding
is next to a spring called Ah So That’s How It Is.

The deeper you’re in the wood, the wider grows 
the Valley of Obviousness.

Whatever the doubt, the wind blows it away.

Echo speaks uncalled
and readily solves the mysteries of the worlds.

On the right a cave where sense reclines.

On the left a lake of Deep Conviction.

Truth stirs from the bottom and lightly breaks the surface.

Unshakeable Certainty dominates the vale
and Essence of Things spreads from its head.

Despite these attractions, the island is deserted,
and the tiny footmarks seen along the shores
all point towards the sea.

As though people always went away from here
and irreversibly plunged in the deep.

In life that’s inconceivable.