Truth is the shattered mirror strewn in myriad bits; while each believes his little bit the whole to own

I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.

Bodies were strewn every which way.

Things have been strewn literally all over the place,

There's a myriad of things that could be done.

I went through bits of the 60s and thought myself a bit of a hippy.