Time is a child playing with droughts. The lordship is to the child.
There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
Thinking is a sacred disease and sight is deceptive.
There is a stability in the Universe because of the orderly and balanced process of change, the same measure coming out as going in, as if reality were a huge fire that inhaled and exhaled equal amounts.
The path up and down is one and the same.
Eyes are more accurate witnesses than ears.