When we look at this piece of wood, we have a perception concerning this piece of wood. This piece of wood is itself, and we do not really know what it’s nature is. We just have an idea about this piece of wood, we only have an idea. Our perception of this piece of wood and this piece of wood itself, are very different from each other.
From We Are Transmitters
Give and it shall be given to you.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn’t mean handing it out to some mean fool,
or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life quality where it was not,
even if it is only in the whiteness of a washed pocket handkerchief.
There is something formless yet complete
That existed before Heaven and Earth.
How still how empty!
Dependent on nothing unchanging,
All pervading, unfailing.
One may think of it as the Mother of all things under heaven.
I do not know it’s name but I call it “meaning.”
If I had to give it a name I should call it “The Great.”