To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
You don't know anything, but I know even less.