In the house lies a mouse.

There was never a house.

There was hardly a mouse.

The universal motion is reflected in the water. The motion of the water begets smaller motions. These motions create surfaces as they collide. From these surfaces arise all manner of things living and nonliving.

The living would like to think themselves as separate from it. As though they are the source of the motion.

This is delusion.

My name is goe.

This is also delusion.