The sage moves in and out of life.
Assuming name and story,
he rides the wind of loss and gain,
blame and praise,
contentment and discontent.
Name and story released, he rests in stillness.
The multitudes know only name and story.
They are at the mercy of the wind,
and know nothing of stillness.
The one with a name is an imposter.
The One with no name is Here.