The Dao is always changing. It changes among change. Its changes change.
It is not constant. It is always free flowing like the river that tumbles from
the mountain. Trying to describe it is useless. Trying to point to it is
futile. It is not even the ‘Dao’. It is nameless, indescribable and invisible
but it makes itself very well known. You cannot capture it in a photograph or a
bottle yet it is there. If you try to explain it, you will fail. If you try to
make some sort of religion out of it, you are merely deceiving yourself.
