WF主要为没有实用价值的思维代谢产物，对它进行分类乃徒劳
有诗云：
思维代谢本无形，幻化纷纭难定名。
无用之物何须问，徒劳分类费心情。
浮云聚散随风去，流水潺湲任自行。
莫道世间无妙理，清心寡欲自分明。
Futile Categorization
In the labyrinth of thoughts,
Where ideas intertwine and dance,
Lies a realm of wf, elusive,
Unfettered by practical stance.
It’s not a fruit to harvest,
Nor a seed to sow anew,
But a whisper in the void,
A fleeting thought, ethereal blue.
To classify this wispy form,
Would be a task in vain,
For wf defies all labels,
A ghostly essence, hard to chain.
We grasp at shadows, seeking sense,
In this realm of mental debris,
But wf slips through our fingers,
A mirage, never to seize.
So let us leave it be, unboxed,
Unbound by human logic’s ties,
And embrace the mystery,
In the dance of wf and the skies.
For in the grand tapestry of life,
Each thread, however fine or frayed,
Contributes to the whole,
And wf, too, has its subtle shade.