The
Dao moves like jungle cat; quietly, unnoticed. Those who notice it are the ones
who are one with it. People are so caught up in their superficialities that
they do not pay attention. Those who do not pay attention pay in other ways. In
a tree, on a rock, in the water; the Dao grows, flows, and waits for no one.
The Dao wears the ultimate in camouflage.
It is all around, yet nowhere to be found.
