Great knowledge is all encompassing.  Small knowledge is limited.
Great words are inspiring.  Small words are chatter.
When we are asleep we are in touch with our souls.
When we are awake our senses open.
We get involved with our activities and our minds are distracted.
Sometimes we are hesitant; sometimes underhanded, and sometimes secretive.
Little fears cause anxiety; great fears cause panic.
Our words fly off like arrows as though we knew what is right and wrong.
We cling to our own points of view as though everything depended upon it.
And yet: our opinions have no permanence.  Like autumn and winter
They gradually pass away.
We are caught in the currant and can not return.
We are tied up in knots like an old clogged drain.
We are getting closer to death with no way to regain our youth.
Joy and anger; sorrow and happiness; hope and fear;
Indecision and strength; humility and willfulness; enthusiasm and insolence.
Like music sounding from an empty reed,
Or mushrooms rising from the warm, dark earth
Continually appear before us day and night.
No one knows from whence they come.
Don't worry about it!  Let them be!
How can we understand it all in one day?