He looked up then, meeting her gaze directly.
"And in taking on such a monumental, endless task, you would, inevitably, cease to be yourself. You would dissolve into the very problem you sought to solve."
A brief, heavy silence settled comfortably between them, a quiet space for the profound implications of his words to resonate.
He continued speaking, his voice unwavering, a steady stream of thought.
"There's an old proverb that speaks to this," he explained calmly. "When one tries desperately to sweep the entire world clean of all its imperfections, he often forgets, or simply overlooks, the dust that continues to gather persistently on his own two feet, on the very ground he stands upon."
His gaze did not waver from hers, holding steady.
