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I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet never grows?
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?