The sage is not without sorrow and joy.
The sage is not without bacteria.
The sage is not without aches and hunger.
The sage is not without bodily flaws.
What then makes the sage?
If you visit the sage at home, you may
Find him naked and drunk, you may
Hear him boast, “I take heaven and earth
As my house, and I take my rooms
As my clothes. So why are you in my pants?”
You may dislike the sage.
The sage is an argument about the sage.
The sage is many arguments about the way
A sage is made, the naturalness of the sage,
The way that the sage should behave.
You may find it wearying and ridiculous, this
Endless debate about the sage.
The sage is the fool who knows that there is
No such unicorn, no such qilin as the sage.