On hearing of the Way, the best of men Will earnestly explore its length. The mediocre person learns of it And takes it up and sets it down. But vulger people, when they hear the news, Will laugh out loud, and if they did not laugh, It would not be the Way. And so there is a proverb: "When going looks like coming back, The clearest road is mighty dark." Today, the Way that's plain looks rough, And lofty virtue like achasm; The purest innocence like shame, The broadest power not enough, Established goodness knavery, Substantial worth like shifting tides. Great space has no corners; Great powers come late; Great music is soft sound; The great Form no shape. The Way is obscure and unnamed; It is a skilled investor, nonetheless, The master of accomplishment. |
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