Turtles, or whatever you call it

What is the real behind the façade?
What is the heart within the skin?
What is the essence of the person?
Mustn’t a reality include its parts?
So, despite appearances,
The real must envelope the façade.
The heart must subsume the skin.
The essence must be the person.

May we refrain from turning askance to the obviousness of the fact.

As the now tired joke goes,
It’s turtles all the way down.
See the hidden wisdom of this cliché.
Whatever word we use, it’s all the same
Everywhere, always, all the way
In every direction.