It is raining and you can hear the pattern of the drops. You can hear it with your ears, or you can hear it out of that deep silence. If you hear it with complete silence of the mind, then the beauty of it is such that cannot be put into words or onto canvas, because that beauty is something beyond self-expression.

*Jiddu Krishnamurti

The following is a tale from the ca. 4th Century, Chinese, Taoist philosopher Chuang Tzu:

A man did not like his shadow or footsteps. He decided to rid himself of both. He began running to get away from them. His shadow and footsteps kept pace. He ran faster. This did not avail, either. In fact, he ran himself to death. All he had to do was stop running, go over under a tree, and sit in its shade. If he had done this, gone would have been his shadow and footprints.