"if your potential does not leave its position
you tumble down into the poisoned sea.
if your words don't startle the crowd,
you fall into the streams of the commonplace.
suddenly, if you can distinguish black from white
in the light of sparks struck from stone
if you can decide between killing and giving life
in the light of a flash of lightning
then you can cut off the ten directions
and tower up like a thousand-fathomed wall
but do you know that such a time exists?"
- Blue Cliff Record
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