The Tao is like an empty bowl, yet it may be used without ever needing to be filled. It is the deep and unfathomable source of the ten thousand things. Blunt the sharpness. Untie the knot. Soften the glare. Settle with the dust. It is hidden deep yet ever present. I do not know whose child it is. It existed before the common ancestor. |
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