Ursula K. Le Guin
Who knows doesn’t talk. Who talks doesn’t know. Closing the openings, shutting doors,
blunting edge, loosing bond, dimming light, be one with the dust of the way. So you come to the deep sameness.
Then you can’t be controlled by love or by rejection. You can’t be controlled by profit or by loss. You can’t be controlled by praise or by humiliation. Then you have honor under heaven.