The friendship of the wise seems rude as often no words are said, affection displayed or care made apparent.
The friendship of fools comes in crests and troughs, and always breaks.
The friendship of the wise is tranquil.
The drunk drinks to quash the mind.
The fool jests to kill some time.
They take this pleasure to fill a void, but what the wise one has is being on his side.
Where one takes company, goods or leisure, to smooth over cracks and gain temporary pleasure. The other is always in content of caught, being anti what passes, fluid as gases, in awe of naught.
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Tao Wow | Daily Cup of Tao
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