The veil of obscurity is the best way to know one's innermost desires. Wearing a mask may not always be the best way to go about life, but the most devious way to decipher erstwhile hidden talents. The art of juggling between the real and the visceral and the phenomenal can be understood only without inclination. A bias to any one order destroys the balance needed to become powerful. That equilibrium is of utmost importance in the race up the steep slopes of mastery.
Neither east I move nor to the west.
To the south there is a blockade.
To the way of the north, I must not succumb.
Only at the center, must I stand firm, unswayed.
There lies serenity without perversion.
There lies peace without disorder.
Must dissuade all pedantic notions of wisdom.
For that is not knowledge, formless without colour.
I must face all the elements altogether.
Let hopelessness not creep inward.
The vortex of the storm is the core of sapience.
The eye of the needle, hard to penetrate, harder to keep anchored
I only know what I need, not what I would face.
So I must hence wear the mask of sagacity.
To know which way to step forward in the darkness.
And to see what it is that I crave for with a maddening appetite.
And then, when I have the knowledge to beat all.
And have the insight without strings, unshaded.
The dominion of all the lost souls shall be then within me.
And the power to destroy and that to revive, not lost, pervaded.