'If you could say it simply,' observed the rabbit, 'perhaps I might understand.'
'Simply what?' asked the owl.
'Simply stated in a dozen words.'
'Eight would suffice,' snapped the owl.
'Well, eight then - if eight is enough.'
'Eight is too many, but you need them.'
'As you think,' sighed the rabbit; 'what are they?'
'I, who am no thing - am every thing,' said the owl.
'How can you be both when you are neither?'
'It is precisely because I am neither that I am both.'
'Then what am I?'
'It is because you think you are some thing that you are not anything.'
'So what?' asked the rabbit.
'So you suffer,' replied the owl, deciding to dine.