The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. ~Tao te Ching #1
Does this ring true within you? I understand it in an ephemeral sort of way, sensing rather than processing. It’s a breeze against my skin, not a geometrical proof. To me it means that we can’t accurately identify and label the things that give life its greatest value. I see this in that way I see those pictures with a double image. It is a vase, or two faces? Of course by explaining it, I negate it, because I’m striving to define it with this crude tool we call language. I guess that’s what writers are compelled to do.
I remember a poetry class back in that magical time in my early 20s when the world was still fresh. We read The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams.
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
Do you feel it? Careful now, don’t ruin it with analysis.