I saw this truth while watching a child strike a match. The flame seemed to be fire, yet the mind instantly understood it as combustion, a law of matter that could not burn him unless he touched it with care. My own habits, the rigid methods I have taught myself to follow, were like walls built to keep out the wilder winds of discovery. When the intellect works, it does not add to these walls; it melts them away so clearly that the distinction between the rule and the reality disappears. You must let your reason act as a solvent on every custom you hold dear today.

Before nightfall, do not ask if this new path is safe or profitable. Walk into the fog of your own prejudices until they dissolve in the light of pure seeing. I ask you to cease treating your personal fears and local interests as the ground of all things. Look past the colored mist of good and evil that clouds your vision. See the object as it stands alone, cool and disengaged from your name. Only then will you pierce the form and find the single principle hidden within the chaos.