Said the Eye one day, “I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful?”
The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, “But where is any mountain? I do not hear it.”
Then the Hand spoke and said, “I am trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.”
And the Nose said, “There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.”
Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together about the Eye’s strange delusion. And they said, “Something must be the matter with the Eye.”
The Madman: His Parables and Poems by Kahlil Gibran
…So it is that existence and non-existence give birth the one to
(the idea of) the other; that difficulty and ease produce the one (the
idea of) the other; that length and shortness fashion out the one the
figure of the other; that (the ideas of) height and lowness arise from
the contrast of the one with the other; that the musical notes and
tones become harmonious through the relation of one with another; and
that being before and behind give the idea of one following another.
Tao Te Ching
I listened: my heart scarcely moved; it was as cold as lead.
I could not bear the long day before me; and I tried to sleep again; yet still I heard the feet upon the pavement. And suddenly I heard them cry loud as they beat, “We are seeking!—we are seeking!—we are seeking!” and the broken barrel-organ at the street corner sobbed, “The Beautiful!—the Beautiful!—the Beautiful!” And my heart, which had been dead, cried out with every throb, “Love!—Truth!—the Beautiful!—the Beautiful!”
It was the music I had heard in Heaven that I could not sing there.
And fully I awoke.