Even hardness can be bent. Even softness can be firm. Even silence can be heard. Even darkness can be seen. Even peace can be fought. Even bitterness can be sweet. Even misery can be kind.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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