When a wise person hears about Tao,
he gets right with it.
When an ordinary person hears about Tao,
he tries to get right with it, but eventually gives up.
When a fool hears about Tao,
he just laughs and laughs.
If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be Tao.
Here's what they find so funny:
The path to enlightenment seems covered in shadows.
The way forward feels like taking a step back.
The easiest path seems difficult.
Those with the most virtue seem debased.
Those who are most pure seem to be grubby and soiled.
The deepest thoughts appear shallow.
The greatest strength looks like weakness.
What is most real strikes us as imaginary.
The largest space has no boundaries.
The greatest talent seems to produce nothing.
The greatest voice is unhearable.
The greatest beauty is invisible.
Tao is hidden to us
and it has no name.
It is the source and the strength of all things.
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