The Silent Man's Wisdom

Who can appreciate the wisdom of the silent man whose words I etch into the narrow quarters of my soul? Clearly I can see the path laid out, described so vividly by his imagination. Seeing the picture he drew, I gaze into the moon. What awesome depths await me? I peer out onto the glassy plain. I wonder what the man painted— what did he see? I can only try to comprehend his work; my mind tries to expand only to become more confused than it was when I started. Combine yourself, release yourself from your tension, and bring yourself some sense. What is to become of this?