Who suckles her babe at the tit of wisdom assigns her child a difficult fate, full of merit, full of sacrifice, for the milk of wisdom is sour before it is sweet, is cold before it warms, is full of sorrows before we wake to its joys, which are different than any other human joys.

Wisdom consists in knowing less and less until we achieve an emptiness that is the beginning of the capacity to attend.

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