Bewilderment: I have five things to say.

Does sunset sometimes look like the sun’s coming up?
Do you know what a faithful love is like?

You’re crying. You say you’ve burned yourself.
But can you think of anyone who’s not
hazy with smoke?
— Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
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