There is no eternal rule, only buffalos in gallop
being haunted by the echoes of their own hooves behind them.
Only the buffalo, who stops, realizes that he is the
son of echoes
and he lets himself go into the hands of the laws of echoes
and he will rise according to the law of echoes,
when they will be freed from those who running away from the eternal dust of
oblivion,
which rises above them.
The Spirit of Truth 