"Or is the sky the bank and the earth the pool, illusion the bait, and I the angler, stepping myself into the game where all directions are swimming fish, and to reach the shore is to find no shore?"
"Or is it true yet false, half-truth and half-false, a mixture of truth and falsehood?"
"Or is it that from afar mountains look like mountains and water like water, but up close mountains are not mountains and water is not water, mountains and water flowing and shifting, never meeting, yet in the blink of an eye, mountains and water blending into one?"
Chapter 296