Everything is complex and everything is simple. The rose has no why attached to it; it blooms because it blooms, has no thought of itself, or desire to be seen. What could be more complicated than a rose for someone who wants to understand it? What could be simpler for someone who wants nothing? The complexity of thinking, the simplicity of beholding. Andre Compte-Sponville

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