We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
LaoziArms are instruments of ill omen, not the instruments of the gentleman. When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish.
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