'Do you see who's coming?' asked the rabbit, wide-eyed. 'Open your eyes!'
'Unnecessary,' replied the owl, 'I see just as well when they are closed.'
'Well, who is it?' she asked.
'It's the unicorn,' he replied nonchalantly.
'And who on Earth is he?'
'Not "on Earth",' the owl murmured, 'a religious beast.'
'Does he understand how things are?' she inquired dubiously.
'He does,' the owl answered, 'basically at least, but he is currently misunderstood.'
'Will he talk sense?' she inquired.
'Does anybody?' he replied. 'To you---probably not: according to what he thinks you may understand.'
'Better for you to do the talking, then' the rabbit murmured modestly.
'Probably prefer to talk to you about God,' the owl hazarded.
'Can't you talk about God?' asked the rabbit.
'Talk? Yes, of course,' the owl replied, 'but really I have nothing to say about what I am.'
'And why is that?' asked the rabbit.
'Because there could not be anything to say,' the owl replied with finality.
---Wei Wu Wei