Reversal is how Existence moves.
What is stretched will spring back. What is raised high is brought low.
What is pushed, pushes, and what is struck, sooner or later, strikes. Every movement in existence is shared, because each thing is joined to whatever it moves. The hand and the thing it strikes are two only for a moment. Then the answer comes, and they are one again.
Long ago, there was a King who won a great war. To celebrate, he ordered the greatest bell in any Dimension, and an old bell-maker cast it for him in the hills.
When it was done, the bell-maker said, "Remember, a bell is mostly emptiness. The bronze is only there to hold the empty space in shape. Strike it gently, and it will sing for you. Strike it hard, and it will sing to everything."
