In the distance you can
hear it, the susurrus of the Dao calling to you. If you are fortunate, you find
it somewhere, anywhere. One must keep their eyes open even though you cannot
see it, one must keep their ears to the ground even though you cannot hear it;
one must be ready to pounce even if you cannot grab it. It is in the dusk just
beyond sight whose form cannot be made out, it is merely a shadow off in the
distance; it is in the corner of the mind just beyond thought, a place where
you may have never traveled before; uncharted waters, and it is on the other
side of the mountain just beyond our basecamp.
