For the countenance of great virtue,
only the Way is to be followed.
As a thing, the Way is abstract and elusive:
elusive and abstract, yet there are images in it;abstract and elusive, yet there is something there.
Hard to understand and elusive, it has vitality therein:
that vitality is very real;
it has a truth therein.
From ancient times until now,
its name is the undeparting;
thereby are seen all beauties.
How do I know beauty is real?
By the Way.
Something undifferentiated was there before heaven and earth;
still and silent, standing alone and unchanging,
going through cycles unending,
able to be the mother to the universe.
I do not know its name;
I label it the Way.
Imposing on it a name, I call it Great.
The Way is not able to be named.
Though simplicity is small,
the universe cannot subordinate it.
The way is so plain as to be flavorless.
When you look at it, it is invisible.
[Yet by it you see everything else].
When you listen to it, it is inaudible
[Yet by it you hear everything else]
When you walk in it, it cannot be exhausted
The world has a beginning that is the mother of the world.
Once you've found the mother,
thereby you know the child.
Once you know the child,
thereby you return to keep the mother.
Thus not perishing though the body die.
Using the shining radiance, you return again to the light.
This is called entering the eternal.
Lao Tse, Tao Te Ching, circa 500 BC
Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing, they do not hear.
Jesus of Nazareth, circa 30 AD