Cause is a curse
Always obstruct the path
At the time of development
If one in search of it
Fails to find the way
Out of it, in a puzzled garden
Moving round and round.
All are fool to be wise
In an assembly of fools
When they start to talk
In search of causes
Or start to be silent.
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