A one-of-a-kind, unpublished poem about The Land of Nowhere, traditionally called Na Kuja Abad, but which we just call "the internet". Find your way through the Universal Library to become the steward of these simple words.
Proof of devoted learning. The most precisely creative people, capable of meandering meaningfully the paradoxical middle way, are welcome to claim stewardship of these pieces. In German, "lehren" means "teach", and "lernen" means learn. Here lies the linguistic fact that teaching and learning are not separate, not even opposite: when I teach, I learn; when I learn, I teach. Come and wander the universal library with us for a chance to (l)earn (te)each peace.
Hold fast to the great thought and all the world will come to you, harmless, peaceable, serene.
Walking around, we stop for music, for food. But if you taste the Way it’s flat, insipid. It looks like nothing much, it sounds like nothing much. And yet you can’t get enough of it.
This is called the small dark light: the soft, the weak prevail over the hard, the strong.
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A one-of-a-kind, unpublished poem about The Land of Nowhere, traditionally called Na Kuja Abad, but which we just call "the internet". Find your way through the Universal Library to become the steward of these simple words.
Proof of devoted learning. The most precisely creative people, capable of meandering meaningfully the paradoxical middle way, are welcome to claim stewardship of these pieces. In German, "lehren" means "teach", and "lernen" means learn. Here lies the linguistic fact that teaching and learning are not separate, not even opposite: when I teach, I learn; when I learn, I teach. Come and wander the universal library with us for a chance to (l)earn (te)each peace.
Hold fast to the great thought and all the world will come to you, harmless, peaceable, serene.
Walking around, we stop for music, for food. But if you taste the Way it’s flat, insipid. It looks like nothing much, it sounds like nothing much. And yet you can’t get enough of it.
This is called the small dark light: the soft, the weak prevail over the hard, the strong.