Things have never declared themselves empty, nor have they declared
themselves form; and they have not declared themselves right, wrong,
defiled or pure. Nor is there a mind that binds and fetters people.
It is just because...
The sky is not untouched by the rain. The bottom part gets soaked routinely.
Reminds me of a joke my biker friend told me. Said he ran into one of his old lady's ex-boyfriends who asked him how he liked her since he had worn her out. He said she was great, except for the first inch or two.