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"We look but don't see it and call it indistinct we listen but don't hear it and call it faint we reach but don't grasp it and call it ethereal three failed means to knowledge I weave into one with no light above and no shade below too fine to be named returning to nothing this is the formless form the immaterial image this is the waxing waning we meet without seeing its face we follow without seeing its back holding onto this very Way we rule this very realm and discover its ancient past this is the thread of the Way"