Inspired by this Rumi poem:

“The Elephant in the Dark”
—by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

"Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.
One by one, we go in the dark and see it by feeling.
One feels the trunk.
A water-pipe kind of creature.
Another, the ear. A very strong, always moving back and forth, fan-animal.
Another, the leg. I find it still, like a column on a temple.
Another touches the curved back. A leathery throne.
Another, the cleverest, feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain. He’s proud of his description.
Each of us touches one place and understands the whole in that way. The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant. If each of us held a candle there, and if we went in together, we could see it."