XXXII
I've caught a glimpse of him in dreams:
expert hunter of himself,
every minute in ambush.
Antonio Machado(proverbs)
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Thirty spokes meet at a hollowed-out hub;
the wheel won't work without its hole.
A vessel is molded from solid clay;
its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
you must make use of what is not
Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
the wheel won't work without its hole.
A vessel is molded from solid clay;
its inner emptiness makes it useful.
To make a room,
you have to cut doors and windows;
without openings, a place isn't livable.
To make use of what is here,
you must make use of what is not
Tao Te Ching (Brian Browne Walker)
E-mail Pete (gatelessgate23@hotmail.com)
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