Aug 25

Tao Friday XXV

There was something formless and perfect
before the universe was born.
It is serene. Empty.
Solitary. Unchanging.
Infinite. Eternally present.
It is the mother of the universe.
For lack of a better name,
I call it the Tao.

It flows through all things,
inside and outside, and returns
to the origin of all things.

The Tao is great.
The universe is great.
Earth is great.
Man is great.
These are the four great powers.

Man follows the earth.
Earth follows the universe.
The universe follows the Tao.
The Tao follows only itself.

In the negative view of religion (or via negativa, to those who want to sound smart) god is formless and incomprehensible. Saying “God is a drunken sailor” is about as accurate as saying that god is anything else. This chapter gives an interesting perspective on that. There is no god, and yet there is a god. But we don’t know what he/she/it is, so we can only say it is a “force.” And we name it “Tao” because we humans need to name things.

So it’s also commenting on our own psychology. Or maybe I don’t know what I am writing about.


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