“If a prisoner hadn’t lived outside, he would not detest the dungeon. Desiring knows there’s satisfaction beyond this. Straying maps the path. A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. Your love of many things proves they’re one. Every separate stiff trunk and stem in the garden connects with nimble root hairs underground. The awareness a wine drinker wants cannot be tasted in wine, but that failure brings his deep thirst closer. So the heart keeps ignoring the waterfall and the key, but there is one guiding through all the desiring restlessness.”
