Feb 11, 2024
We dance around in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
—Robert Frost
Existence was not, nor its opposite,
Nor earth, nor heaven’s blue vault, nor aught beyond.
Death was not yet, nor deathlessness; the day
Was night, night day, for neither day nor night
Had come to birth. Then THAT, the primal fount
Of light—immobile, rest and action joined—
Brooded in silent bliss. Itself beside,
In the wide universe there nothing was.
—Rig-Veda
