There is a mystery,
    Beneath abstraction,
    Silent, depthless,
    Alone, unchanging,
    Ubiquitous and liquid,
    The mother of nature.
    It has no name, but I call it "the Way";
    It has no limit, but I call it "limitless".
    Being limitless, it flows away forever;
    Flowing away forever, it returns to my self:
    The Way is limitless,
    So nature is limitless,
    So the world is limitless,
    And so I am limitless.
    For I am abstracted from the world,
    The world from nature,
    Nature from the Way,
    And the Way from what is beneath abstraction.

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