I heard you once when I was young, but never understood; now that I understand, you’ve grown quiet. Tell me, then, the limits of the sky, the number of the stars, or the moment when a child sees. I know all these things now, but I never heard them from you. You increase words upon words, never saying anything, and by this hypnotic rhetoric have amassed your followers.
But these things cannot be said, cannot be taught, only known, only discovered. I once listened to you when you were young, I younger still, but now I know you know nothing.
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