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A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
A Chinese, Indian and a Swiss were going to a party. Who is most likely to bring a plus one?