All our plans have splintered into shards.
We discover the nest of wasps in what had seemed to be a cultivated garden.
We see illumination, but so far away and obscured.
Let us learn from the tortoise: staying on the course, slow and steady and sturdy.
We will return to the practices left to us by our ancestors.
We will make our way along a moonlit path.
but bestows favor on the humble
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