We walk down a country
road one early winter evening. The sun is a golden yellow setting beneath an
orange sky. It feels like just you, me, and a few mooing cows are the only ones
on earth. What a beautiful night it is. You can try to make the Dao into some
kind of abstract, cosmic, scientific theory and maybe on some level it is but
that level doesn’t matter now. It’s not about science or religion. Tonight it
is as simple as something can be.
