Like a whisper coming softly down a mountain, the Dao is
everywhere and nowhere. The winter snows now blanket the delicate grass beneath
it. Soon, the snow will melt away and where there appeared to be no life, the
grass grows underneath. In the midst of the harshest winter, the buds lay
waiting to sprout. Life goes on with us or without us. It can pass us by if we
are not careful. Listen for the whisper.
