No Matter How Useful We May Be,

Cleverness, After All, Has Its Limitations. Its Mechanical Judgments And Clever Remarks Tend To Prove Inaccurate With Passing Time, Because It Doesn't Look Very Deeply Into Things To Begin With.

Many People Are Afraid Of Emptiness, However, Because It Reminds Them Of Loneliness. Everything Has To Be Filled In, It Seems-appointment Books, Hillsides, Vacant Lots-but When All The Spaces Are Filled, The Loneliness Really Begins. Then The Groups Are Joined, The Classes Are Signed Up For, And The Gift-to-yourself Items Are Bought. When The Loneliness Starts Creeping In The Door, The Television Set Is Turned On To Make It Go Away. But It Doesn't Go Away. So Some Of Us Do Instead, And After Discarding The Emptiness Of The Big Congested Mess, We Discover The Fullness Of Nothing.

Wisdom, Happiness, And Courage Are Not Waiting Somewhere Out Beyond Sight At The End Of A Straight Line; They're Part Of A Continuous Cycle That Begins Right Here. They're Not Only The Ending, But The Beginning As Well.

I Think, Therefore I Am Confused.

A Well-frog Cannot Imagine The Ocean, Nor Can A Summer Insect Conceive Of Ice. How Then Can A Scholar Understand The Tao? He Is Restricted By His Own Learning.