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Tao is empty (like a bowl),
It may be used but its capacity is never exhausted,
It is bottomless, perhaps the ancestor of all things.
It blunts its sharpness,
It unties its tangles.
It softens its light.
It becomes one with the dusty world.
Deep and still, it appears to exist forever.
I do not know whose son it is.
It seem (1) to have existed before the Lord.
(Lao Tzu)
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