A good traveler leaves no footprints to follow, no broken branches to give away his direction as he makes his way within the misty regions of the Dao. He is careful to cover his footsteps, walk in silence, and be invisible. If he leaves anything behind at all, it is merely a whisper, a faint image of what was. He travels lightly on the beach of life and then lets the ocean of Dao erase his presence.
