That moment of opening one's attention neither smoothes the waves of life nor inspires radiance. The unsteadiness of being adds joy to sadness, endlessness to hope, a moment to fullness. The clarity of the cloak encloses all that clings to confusion, the immutability of greatness denies any view of it. That relationship of the interrelated is caught up in the principle of reciprocity, whose equal significance happens to the good. The littleness of value is the fullness of possession, exchanged on the deceptive plane, congealed in the freely received. Following the sound of freedom, its call resounds in purity.