The Great Distance of Mists and Veils

You are right. There are no mists, or veils, or distances. But the mist
is surrounded
by a mist;
and the veil
is hidden
behind a veil;
and the distance
continually
draws away
from the distance.
That is why
there are no mists,
or veils,
or distances.
That is why
it is called
The Great Distance
of Mists and Veils.
It is here that
The Traveler
becomes The Wanderer,
and The Wanderer becomes The One Who Is Lost, and The One Who Is Lost becomes The Seeker, and The Seeker becomes The Passionate Lover, and The Passionate Lover becomes The Beggar, and The Beggar becomes the Wretch, and The Wretch becomes The One Who Must Be Sacrificed, and The One Who Must Be Sacrificed becomes The Resurrected One, and The Resurrected One becomes the One Who Has Transcended The Great Distance of Mists and Veils. Then for a thousand years, or the rest of the afternoon, such a One spins in the Blazing Fire of Changes, embodying all the transformations, one after the other, and then beginning again, and then ending again, 86,000 times a second. Then such a One, if he is a man, is ready to love the woman; and such a One, if she is a woman, is ready to love the man who can put into song The Great Distance of Mists and Veils.
Is it you who is waiting, or is it me?
--Leonard Cohen
Book of Longing

outside Cremation Canyon
looking east from outside Slate Canyon
rainbow above Escalante Butte