Everything flows, nothing stays still.
Presumption must be quenched even more than a fire.
No same man could walk through the same river twice, as the man and the river have since changed.
A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche... Water brings death to the psyche, as earth brings death to water... The psyche lusts to be wet.
The way up and the way down are one and the same.
The nature of things is in the habit of concealing itself.