This was on the wall at the end of the Pinocchio show. It's a philosophy, I suppose. Or an outlook. A fact. a perspective. An artist's rendering of a truth. I don't know it struck me. Now, a week or so later in my fogginess of work-week fatigue, it's no less true. But the impact of its hammer blow is different. If the full impact of such truths rained down on us all the time, we wouldn't be able to stand it.