While leafing through a translation of the Tao Te Ching (The Way of Life, the "manifesto" of the Taoist religion), I came upon a few parables which reminded me of our predicament.
Okay, they're just neat.
Those who would take over the world
And shape it to their will
Never, I notice, succeed.
The earth is like a vessel so sacred
That at the mere approach of the profane
It is marred
And when they reach out their fingers it is gone.
For a time in the world some make a great noise
And some are held silent,
For a time in the world some are puffed fat
And some are kept hungry,
For a time in the world some push aboard
And some are topped out:
At no time in the world will a man who is sane
One who would guide a leader of men in the uses of life
Will often warn him against the use of arms for conquest.
Weapons often turn upon the wielder.
An army's harvest is a taste of thorns,
Conscription of a multitude of men.
Drains the next year dry.
A good general, daring to march, dares also to halt,
Will never pass his triumph beyond need.
What he must do he does but not for glory,
What he must do he does but not for show,
What he must do he does but not for self;
He has done it because it had to be done.
Not from a hot head.
Let life ripen and then fall,
Force is not the way at all:
Deny the way of life and you are dead.
Think about 'em...
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