Do you feel superior about your path? Foolish, for to distinguish between paths is to miss the ground.
The profane and the sacred are but labels on a signpost upon a crossroad. All mastery and knowledge; but empty promises weaved from emptiness itself. To take emptiness, which lacks reality, as real and true is the crux of suffering itself; and to cling to your own illusions is to bare the cross built by own hands.
The one that walks upon the paths in search of a finish line doesn’t understand that roads lead to more roads–that is their nature.
Realizing the ground to be without a beginning or an end, we end the weaving and start to carelessly sightsee the infinite wonders laid bare before our clear mind.