Young people are righteously young. Old people are righteously old. The seeing are exceeded by the blind in a similar way to how the blind are exceeded by those who see.

Now, who can see, and yet be blind? And who, while blind, is exceeded by those who can see? None of these questions are important. Words do not encompass matters of that which exists and does not.

But the tree or the mountain is complete. So, too, our daily moments. The personal and communal are distinct; at the same time, they are not even a singular thing; unity pervades within distinctions — but even this is incomplete.

Who can tell us why this last proclamation is so?