January 14th, 2013

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The Tao is an empty vessel; it is used, but never filled.
Oh, unfathomable source of ten thousand things!
Blunt the sharpness,
Untangle the knot,
Soften the glare,
Merge with dust.
Oh, hidden deep but ever present!
I do not know from whence it comes.
It is the forefather of the gods.
How much Tao is there?
More than you'll ever need.
Use all you want,
there's plenty more
where that came from.

You can't see Tao, but it's there.
Damned if I know where it came from.
It's just always been around.

The first version is from the Fortune files. The second version is the Beatrice Tao.

Chapter 4

4.1 The Way is unimpeded harmony; its potential may never be fully exploited.
4.2 It is as deep as the source of all things;
4.3 it blunts the edges, resolves the complications, harmonizes the light, assimilates to the world.
4.4 Profoundly still, it seems to be there:
4.5 I don't know whose child it is, before the creation of images.

         Thomas Cleary translation