"Are you ready for the truth?", asked Hu.
"What truth?", asked Shen.
"That's the problem, isn't it?", said Hu. "If I tell you and you're not ready, you will die instantly. So say the old books anyway. We've created a whole religion of symbolism and ritual that vaguely alludes to it, so no one is ever directly exposed to it. The old masters never talk about it explicitly. Knowledge of it is transmitted slowly, over the course of a lifetime, while at the same time you acquire the mental strength necessary to contemplate it and understand it. I've been living in the temple for thirty years now, and I think I can now contemplate it."
"And do you understand it?", asked Shen.
Hu remained silent for a minute, his eyes lost in unfathomable distance. He died, though not instantly.
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