The wonder is that colour came from the colourless:
how is it that colour came to fight the colourless?
Since the rose is born from the thorn, and the thorn
from the rose, why are they quarellling?
Or is it not really war but divine purpose and artifice,
like the quarrels of merchants?
Or is it neither this nor that? Is it the perplexity?
The treasure must be sought;
this perplexity is the ruin where it is hidden.
Rumi
