Those who know are wise. Those who know themselves are enlightened.
The purest white seems stained.
Let people take death seriously, and not travel far.
A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair. A tower nine stories high is built from a small heap of earth.
The light of the Way seems dim.
Returning to the source is stillness. It is returning to one's fate. Returning to one's fate is eternal.