Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.
Each and every part of the world is a snare for the fool and a means of deliverance for the wise.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
Knowledge that is acquired is not like this. Those who have it worry if audiences like it or not. It's a bait for popularity. Disputational knowing wants customers. It has no soul... The only real customer is God. Chew quietly your sweet sugarcane God-Love, and stay playfully childish.