- The Tao resembleth the Emptiness of Space; to employ it, we must avoid creating ganglia. Oh, Tao, how vast art Thou, the Abyss of Abysses, thou Holy and Secret Father of all Fatherhoods of Things!
- Let us make our sharpness blunt; let us loosen our complexes; let us tone down our brightness to the general obscurity. Oh Tao, how still art Thou, how pure, continuous One beyond Heaven!
- This Tao hath no Father; it is beyond all other conceptions, higher than the highest.
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