The man of knowledge has eliminated all things from his sight: nothing remains to blind him.
He is ignorant of everything, uncertain of everything. His only certainty is that he is uncertain. Yet there is nothing which he does not know.
He is like one who comes to people living in a world where everything is red, preaching that nothing at all is red. Most hateful about the sage is his persistence. "If he would only say what he has to say the once, and then go away!" the people plea. But no, he will not go away. On the contrary, he has only just begun!
He has a strange body - like that of a kangaroo. Usually he sits still, but when he moves the tremedous leap that follows strikes terror into all who have attached themselves to him by the tender ties of kinship and friendship.