the truth below the truth

Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow.  A woman’s body was like that.  If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth.

from The Enchantress of Florence by Salman Rushdie

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