Ceci n'est pas une Magritte

She looked at the image before her. Ceci n'est pas une pipe, read the words painted underneath the pipe. She stared at the image, trying to find some reason for the lie there. She tried to find some reason for the lie within herself. Of course it was a pipe. She looked harder at the black paint forming the words, and for a moment she saw beyond them. She gasped as she realized the truth, but then the words were just words and she couldn't remember what she had known. She turned away, then back. The pipe was only a pipe.