It is not yet a full moon.  In a day or so.  Bringing out feelings, heightening senses, emotional determinism and a lot of cookies perhaps.

There is an up and down to waves.  There is night, there is winter, even if you live at the equator.  Flowing with them, instead of against them, is a Way.  Struggling to move the course of the river, the cycles, the nature of things–is a Way also.  There is no way that is not the Way.  There is nothing that is not No-Thing.  No-Thing is everything.

Got it?

Hope not.