Empty-handed I go, and behold the spade is in my hands;
I walk on foot, and on the back of an ox I am riding;
When I pass over the bridge;
Lo, the water floweth not, but the bridge doth flow.
Credo quia absurdum est.
There is no pain, no origin of pain, no stoppage of pain, and no path to the stoppage of pain.
The middle way is where there is neither middle nor two sides. When you are fettered by the objective world, you have one side; when you are disturbed in your mind, you have the other side. When neither of these exists, there is no middle part, and this is the middle way.