The greatest accomplishments seem imperfect,
yet their usefulness is not diminished.
The greatest fullness seems empty,
yet it will be inexhaustible.
The greatest straightness seems crooked.
The most valued skill seems like clumsiness.
The greatest speech seems full of stammers.
Movement overcomes the cold,
and stillness overcomes the heat.
That which is pure and still is the universal ideal.
There are days when the news is grim.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling.
War is eminent, the enemy unknown.
Snow piles up in Maine, Australia floods, the southwest burns.
Idiots rally the conspiracy theory that climate change is bunk.
Our best efforts seem doomed.
Gaia continues to process energy.
This is the unknown good news.
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