The mind is often willing to addiction, as if it were yearning for the exterior world to give something back to its character. It keeps repeating, bringing out of the dark hole a renewed energy to go forward with what we cannot let go of. But how does it measure what is given to us by experience, when we cannot place a finger on what it has done? Why is there always something rather than something else, or nothing? More often than not, the something that is in the mind becomes annoying or compels us in a foolish way. We like to judge, but when judgement comes to pass, does the true face of our dilemma shine through? Even though our experiences and encounters may be deep and comprehensive, it is just that there is always an obscured perspective. Wisdom is not only about what appears and re-appears, but what vanishes; if it leaves then it can no longer obscure; clarity is what has not yet appeared. We never watch it leave, but always await its coming.