Wisdom at the rivers' crossing

[Several drops of ink appear on the paper before Huo finally gets to writing - he's hesitating a great deal. His script, too, is slow and cautious.]

While I do not wish to associate myself with anonymous writers of dubious origins, [another long pause, another ink drop] if searchers are currently creating some effect that they are unaware of

[His pen lingers here, and lingers, until finally with a dash of ink, he erases the previous sentence and quickly scribbles something else:]

You are not free of a prison if its roof falls down on your head.