100 Word Sentence Somebody once asked me to write one sentence of profound philosophy. Nevermind why. It's a long story. I'm not sure how profound this is, but I found it interesting that the sentence turned out to be exactly 100 words. Between hardware and spirit, between compassion and desire, between wisdom and daydreams, between the touch and the promise, between the whip and the whisper, between ritual symbol and meaningless gesture, between the pages of our lives, between all these landmarks runs a path, seldom walked and overgrown, but still traceable by the careful eye; a path that navigates the borderlands of reality and leads ultimately to a place where, if our wisdom is sufficient, our perceptions unusally clear and our senses alert, and if our timing is right, we may catch a fleeting glimpse of something that could pass for truth.