It’s good to know certain things:What’s departed, in order to know what’s left to come;That water’s immeasurable and incomprehensibleAnd blows in the airWhere all that’s fallen and silent becomes invisible;That fire’s the light our names are carved in.That shame is a garment of sorrow;That time is the Adversary, and stays sleepless and wants for nothing;That clouds are unequal and words are.