Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

解析：菩提比喻智慧，明镜比喻清净心。本来清净，又哪里会染上什么尘埃？

智与愚，犹如美与恶的食物，言语的巧拙，不过如杯盘的精粗，不论杯盘精粗，都能盛这两类食物。