The wise person dines on something more subtle: He eats the understanding that the named was born from the unnamed, that all being flows from non-being, that the describable world emanates from an indescribable source.
When people see some things as good, other things become bad.
A tree as wide as a man's embrace grows from a tiny shoot.
Great, it passes on (in constant flow).
Mask your brightness. Be at one with the dust of the earth. This is primal union.
Stop thinking, and end your problems.