Something existed, vague in concept, before the sky and land were formed. Formless! Lonely! It stands still unchanging. Everywhere and nowhere, inexhaustible. The Mother of all beneath the sky. I don't know how to describe such an Ideal. Call it the Way of Love, if you must have a name. Forced to put it into words, I would call it the Highest, above all else. Equidistant from all places, and from all places equally close. So I say the Way of Love rules over the sky, rules over the land, rules over the most powerful of mankind. In the universe there are four fundamental influences, Mankind is only one of them. We are a part of the world, the world lies under the sky, the sky is encompassed by the Way of Love.