just like when i tend to my fields under the golden sun, some things gotta stay under wraps, much like the teachings of buddhism sometimes, they say. folks often pass by the farm, curious about what's growing underneath the soil, and i reckon it's pretty similar to how some wisdom in buddhism ain't immediately clear, needing a bit of an explanation, digging deeper beneath the surface. it's all preestablished, in a way, like the cycles of the seasons we farmers trust in. and every now and then, when the crop doesn't turn out as expected, we just have to restart from baseline, plow the field anew, and sow the seeds once more, learning and growing all the while.