On that day I walked in with every contradictory feelings and with this written text in my pocket:
From Tao to Strangeness
"From something to nothing
From compassion to emptiness
From oneness to separation
From meaning to meaning no
Something is needed
Who is allowed data?
Who is restricted?
Shift the brain..
Where the heart is left behind
From subjectivity to the objective.
Lost in illusion.
Debate continues.
Do I need to find?
Researchers conflicted...
To make sense of the data.
And the analysis, too
The techniques that are
Appropriate
are restricted is true
The truth, the truth..
How can we?
It's an absurd
To measure the unmeasurable
That's not the way to Nirvana
When with a drop of existence
We try to explain it all…
Yet tolerance is virtue
But only to a point….
May be the truth is meant not to be known at all ???????????????????????????????"
