I Cannot Make You Understand. I Cannot

There Was Once A Community Of Scoundrels, That Is To Say, They Were Not Scoundrels, But Ordinary People.

Leop­ards Break In­to The Tem­ple And Drink All The Sac­ri­fi­cial Ves­sels Dry; It Keeps Hap­pen­ing; In The End, It Can Be Cal­cu­lat­ed In Ad­vance And Is In­cor­po­rat­ed In­to The Rit­ual.

Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If It Is Filled With Faith.

The True Way Goes Over A Rope Which Is Not Stretched At Any Great Height But Just Above The Ground. It Seems More Designed To Make People Stumble Than To Be Walked Upon.

The Truth Is Always An Abyss.