The
grass asks no questions. The sky does not demand answers. The Dao just does. We
talk too much, ask too many questions, and often do not wait for the answers.
We want the unexplained explained, the unknown known, the mysterious
understood. Such is the folly of man. When we die, we will not know it all,
have it all, or escape it all. It is so much easier just to live day to day in
the moment.
