You make use of it
But do not fill it up
So abysmally deep-
It seems the predecessor of everything that is happening
It blunts the sharp edges
And untangles the nots;
It softens the glare
And brings everything together on the same track.
So cavernously deep-
It only seems to persist.
I do not know whose progeny it is;
It prefigures the ancestral gods.
Dao De Jing
Joy is never known
Until the passing of a terrible headache
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