The vernacular of the
Dao is impeccable. It never says too much nor too little at the appropriate
time. Its words are like that of a whisper coming down a mountain; a gentle
flowing river; a snowflake making its way to find the perfect landing spot on the
ground. Everything it says is true and pure. It speaks volumes sometimes
without saying anything at all; just like when a friend listens to your
troubles; just listens and doesn’t say anything. They just let you you’re pour your
heart out and they don’t judge or offer advice which may or may not be
suitable. Those who are wise shall stop and listen, those who shant will find
themselves lost and bewildered.
