During the mornings, we have the world to ourselves. . .before human traffic stirs and fills the air with noise. A lone bird cries somewhere, he and I, and no one else. Oh that no one else would wake and ruin this peace. And if this peace were constant it would no longer be called peace, would it?
The seeker becomes the knower because
the thing to be known is already there.
There is nothing else to know.
And there are not two things,
because the seeker is both the
knower and the known.