...the ten thousand things belong to one storehouse and life and death share the same body.

If you have grasped the purpose of life there is no point in trying to make life into something it is not or cannot be.

Now, when ordinary people attempt to find happiness, I am not sure whether the happiness is really happiness or not. I study what ordinary people do to find happiness, what they struggle for, rushing about apparently unable to stop.

When there is no more separation between 'this' and 'that,' it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.

Big? Sure. But, he can't catch mice! So for your big tree. No use? Then plant it in the wasteland - in emptiness. Walk idly around it and rest under it's shadow. No axe or saw prepares its end. No one will ever cut it down. Useless? You should worry!.

Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free.

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words, so I can have a few words with him?