This is a bit.

This cosmos ain’t it.

Heaven and hell, do not give a shit.

Zen might hit.

The dao might split.

Pleroma and demiurge might as well quit.

Abstraction and paradox forever emit, what even the ruliad can not fully knit.

What all faith and tradition can not admit, as desire and passion do throw a fit, to what inquiry grasped using all of its wit.

I am a bit. You are a bit.

Another bit that is a part of it.

Can’t see it. Can’t reach it.

Tag, you are still it!