Chapter 14

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The ancient masters of the Way were subtle, mysterious, and profoundly intuitive, their depths beyond comprehension.
Precisely because they were unfathomable, one can only forcefully attempt to describe their appearance.
Cautious, as if crossing a winter stream; Hesitant, as if wary of the neighbors on all sides; Solemn, as if a guest; Melting, like ice about to thaw; Genuine, like uncarved wood; Open, like a valley; Murky, like turbid water. Who can take the turbid and, through stillness, gradually make it clear?
Who can remain tranquil and through long-lasting movement gradually bring forth life?
Those who preserve this Way do not desire to be full.
Indeed, by not being full, one can be concealed and not newly completed.