As it happens, I find Gryphonnic ways to be uplifting -- owing to the eagle's wings. I find something in everything -- owing to the Gryphon's nest. Away from home, I seek something to sink my lion-like talons and bird-of-prey-like beak into -- rending it utterly and savoring it thoroughly. Thus, while I respect the Way of Emptiness, I must confess myself puzzled by it. I could not wholehearted embrace emptiness, though welcomed to do so. And I hope that "none will be accepted" will also apply to me.