The official colors of life can be black and blue. It is a bumpy ride full of white knuckles on an old worn out carcass of an airplane held together with chewing gum and baling wire. It is a fall down a marble staircase, a bowling pin that repeatedly gets knocked down. However it is the glimpse of a deer in the forest, a lick from a loving dog, a moon over a gently passing river that makes it all worthwhile. It is the wisdom of the ancient Dao masters that keeps us inspired and headed in the right direction.