Oh, Saki, from Your endless ocean comes into being "is" and "isnot". That which flows from the bottomless bowl; that wine, that spirit, reveals itself to the beholder in the realm of time and space. Disappearing and reappearing it tricks the senses and the mind. From one is all and never two. Yet mind grasps form and separates in space. This illusion denser and denser becomes more strong. To the one who knows and sees; who lives in heart above mind and separation; there is but one time, now, and is and isnot reveal the truth. These droplets lead to the stream and the stream to the ocean. The ocean exists as oneself.