Lao Tzu

~o~ The Lao Tzu that can be told is not the eternal Lao Tzu. The name that can be named is not the eternal Name. Lao Tzu is the eternally real. Darkness is the origin of all particular things. Free from desire, Lao Tzu realizes you suck. Caught in desire, you see you suck. Yet Lao Tzu and you arise from the same source. This source is called Nietzsche. Nietzsche within your thoughts. The gateway to all understanding. And also to SEHS. ~o~ When people see Lao Tzu as beautiful, organized religion become ugly. When people see Nietzsche as good, shaving becomes bad. Being and non-being create each other. Difficult and easy support each other. Long and short define each other. High and low depend on each other. Before and after follow each other. Therefore the Master takes pleasure from pain and teaches without teaching. Things arise and she lets them come; things disappear and she lets them go. She has but doesn't have, acts but doesn't act. When her work is done, her work is not done. That is why it lasts forever.

~o~ If you overesteem Lao Tzu, people become powerless. If you overvalue his work, people begin to steal. The Master leads by emptying people's purses and filling their homes with small ornaments, by weakening their ambition and toughening their resolve. He helps people lose everything they know, everything they desire, and creates confusion in those who think that they know Jack. Practice not-doing, and everything will fall into place. ~o~ The Tao is like a well: if you fall in you won't come back out. It is like the eternal void: filled with infinite possibilities. All of them leading to Lao Tzu, then to sleep. It is hidden but always present. Lao Tzu doesn't know who gave birth to it. It is older than you. By maybe a few thousand times or so. ~o~ The Tao doesn't take sides; it gives birth to both good and evil, like Nietzsche. The Master doesn't take sides; she welcomes both you and saints. The Tao is like a bellows: it is empty yet can create loud noises akin to flatulence. The more you use it, the more it produces; the more you talk of it, the less you understand. Hold on to Lao Tzu.