You look at it, but it is not to be seen; Its name is Formless. You listen to it, but it is not to be heard; Its name is Soundless. You grasp it, but it is not to be held; Its name is Bodiless. These three elude all scrutiny. And hence they blend and become one.
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches and thoughts. And the consequences, whether good or bad of even the least of them, are far-reaching.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
