Di‧Vision vanishing

Through the frosted glass door,

From outside, in a cold distance,

Two riders are approaching.

One, the Midnight Rambler

Amongst cat burglars, a natural Thief,

The other, the Joker, a fine Jester

Wild cats growl in the fallow garden

And the Paraclete Wind in tongues

Starts to talk

"There is no such thing as receiving without giving; those who have life must give life, those who want joy must bring joy to others, those who want peace and harmony must create peace in themselves and in their relationships with others."

― Edgar Cayce (ECRL 349-17)

《道德經-第五十三章》

使我介然有知，行於大道，唯施是畏。

大道甚夷，而民好徑。

朝甚除，田甚蕪，倉甚虛；服文綵，帶利劍，厭飲食，財貨有餘；是謂盜夸。非道也哉！

(Increase of evidence) ― James Legge

If I were suddenly to become known, and (put into a position to) conduct (a government) according to the Great Dào, what I should be most afraid of would be a boastful display.

The great Dào (or way) is very level and easy, but people love the by-ways.

Their court(-yards and buildings) shall be well kept, but their fields shall be ill-cultivated, and their granaries very empty. They shall wear elegant and ornamented robes, carry a sharp sword at their girdle, pamper themselves in eating and drinking, and have a superabundance of property and wealth; - such (princes) may be called robbers and boasters. This is contrary to the Dao surely!

53―Arthur Waley

He who has the least scrap of sense,

Once he has got started on the great highway has nothing to fear

So long as he avoids turnings.

For great highways are safe and easy.

But men love by-paths.

So long as Court is in order

They are content to let their fields run to weed

And their granaries stand empty.

They wear patterns and embroideries,

Carry sharp swords, glut themselves with drink and food,

Have more possessions than they can use.

These are the riotous ways of brigandage; they are not the Highway.

Dào De jing Chapter 53―Herman Ould

Let me have the good sense to keep to the Great Highway of Dào;

Only if I go straying into side-turnings shall I have anything to fear.

The Highway is fine and smooth and easy,

But men prefer bypaths.

There the royal palaces are spick and span -

But see how the weeds have sprung up in the fields!

See how empty the granaries are!

Where garments are much bedecked and embroidered,

Where sharp swords hang from every belt,

Where there is gluttony in food and drink,

Where riches are over-abundant -

There you will find that brigandage is rife.

Not so on the Great Highway of Dào!