We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.
In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.
The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air