Do you come to me asking for rules?
You will not receive them.
Simple algorithms, “if this, then that”,
Are not the fruit of the spirit.
Come to me with questions that are timely,
When you need an answer,
When the choice is before you.
Come to me for inspiration,
For principles,
For paths and pathfinders.
Do not come to me for maps.
For the land you would navigate cannot be
mapped, being ever-changing.
The wisdom you would understand cannot be
stated, being complex beyond your ken.
The rules that determine right action cannot
be written, though you covered every page in every book in all the
world.
You cannot take from me and then never need
me again; if you would know how I would have you act, you must ask
again, and again, and again.
Written August 2017
