The riddle presents itself as paradox. The old "yes.... but". To hold two contradictory thoughts in the mind at once. Chaos & Order. Good & Evil. Male & Female. Duality & the One. The Named & the Nameless. The Known & the Unknown. I could go on. When I try to explain it evaporates like mist in the sun on a northern lake. I gather my thoughts like clouds on a windy day. I distill my awakening to a single drop of dew. Nothing for it.... it is a mystery...I accept the mystery... I live in the mystery.
Wow the play of light and transparency is awesome in this one!
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