My love is like the grasses
My love
is like the grasses
hidden in the deep mountain:
though its abundance increases,
nobody knows.
Like justness in a judge's decision, or beauty in a painting, soul is a quality of absoluteness in something relative. Understood profoundly, people are connected to the holiness of the world in such a way that they reveal a dimension of holiness in themselves, a dimension of depth that is absolute.