when the way grows steep and narrow, even the strongest of hands, cannot grasp it. citing this case, look!
the great mechanic engineer sensei examines a book of three treasures; we arrive at pages of descriptions.
“i cannot read this,” he pauses, gesturing, “too smooth.”
“i can only read older…,” fingers like a macaw’s beak trailing off the page.
only while connected to the earth, will this be understood.