How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…
How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…
Poetic Philosophy 
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