When nothing speaks about everything,
it means nothing to those who are.
When everything speaks about nothing,
it means everything to the nameless.
But between nothing and everything only silence
and the voice of one crying in the wilderness.
It is finished,
because the day of everything and nothing has come
and there are no more rainbows across the sky,
only the direction remains the same.
He who is outside like a rear-view mirror,
will eternally sink into himself.
He who has remained within,
will step through the gates into eternal heavens,
for the gates are open.
The Spirit of Truth 