It was said that all is mind, however not his. He was but a figment of the world’s imagination.
One day she revealed that the opacity of things was but the glean.
he sought to be relieved of hope. but in the end was forced to give up even that desire.
As winter lingered he found that all that remained him were the certainties arising from the habit of not knowing.
her secret lay in letting others seek her.
even their obscurity she tended with light.