To the wise belongs reasoning and fools rely on it.

You would think that at the base of all that is, you would find good. That the sifting of time and experience would show forth that beneath, that the structure is good. That if you could remove the dirt and land above you would find the frame below, and that you could trust it. But you cannot. It is hidden. The structure is alive. It eludes reason and is set out of the reach of measure. That after the wind and rain had had there way, the mountains would lie there naked to show you rock. But the dirt still clings and gravity fails to reveal. Erosions work profits nothing in this regard.