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Wisdom
We are at once living, and cease to live; for that which we are, is as we are not; and that which we are not is as we are. The simplicity of the web of theories and lies is; and the complexity of the simplest word is not; and the sparkle of dew on the leaves is at once simply rudimentary and utterly complicated.
The shining of the sun is as the sable blackness of the bottom of the sea; and the ice of the far North is as the heat of the utter South; for at once, the darkness and the light, the heat and the cold, exist simeltaneously and at peace.
It must seem madness to those who do not understand it; but it remains the truth that the reflections on the lake reveal what you cannot see above it. The power of the sun and the water combined can burn the eyes from a common person, as the water magnifies and reflects the glaring brilliance of the sun.
It is true, also, that the fire can be put out by the water, and the water can be put out by the fire; but they coexist, the water providing the nourishment for the chokeweed, and scathecraw, and comberry, the plants that provide the oxygen and fuel for the fire.
And the fire can never truly put out the water; only evaporate it into the air as steam, to return quickly to the earth.
All is one.
But it also isn't.