This is carved into the granite 160+ feet below ground, in the Portland MAX (regional rail) station that serves the Oregon Zoo.
When you sit long enough, this makes sense. Then, after a while, you only remember that it once made sense.
There is being.
There is non-being.
There is a not-yet-beginning-to-be-non-being.
There is a not-yet-beginning-to-be-a-not-yet-beginning-to-be-non-being.
Suddenly, there is being and non-being.
But between this being and non-being,
I really don't know which is being and which is non-being.
--Taoist Philosopher Chuang-Tzu--
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