Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
There are no winners in real games.
Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.