That doing, which makes leaving difficult, asks for the meaning of the answer. Hidden in incomprehensibility, every question is found in the repetition of the course, without the courage of the cycle of abandoned paths. Lost in the structural shell of every word, the language horizon of the mind's power is inaccessible. Climbed those familiar cliffs whose well-trodden paths have long since been blown away by the wind. The search of the few ahead, whose gaze roams in the dark, blinded by experience and yet sees what grasps the inexplicable horizon beyond the distance of the morning.
The path of wisdom leaves the course of time inseparable.