A bitter cucumber? Throw it away. Brambles in the path? Go round them. That is al you need, without going on to ask, 'So why are these things in the world anyway? That question would be laughable to a student of nature, just as any carpenter or cobbler would laugh at you if you objected to the sight of shavings or cut-offs from their wrk on the shop floor. Yet they have somewhere to throw their rubbish, whereas the nature of the Whole has nothing outside itself. The marvel of its craft is that it sets its own confines and recycles into itself all within them which seems to be decaying, growing old, or losing its use: and then creates afresh from the same material. This way it requires no substance other that its own, and has no need for a rubbish-dump. So it is complete in its own space, its own material, and its own craftsmanship.
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