The mind is quickened to activity by external things, and dies through excessive pursuit of them. The spring of the mind's activity is in the eyes. Dao has no special feeling of kindness, but so it is that the greatest kindness comes from It. The crash of thunder and the blustering wind both come without design. Perfect enjoyment is the overflowing satisfaction of the nature.
Perfect stillness is the entire disinterestedness of it.
When Dao seems to be most wrapt up in Itself, Its operation is universal in its character. It is by its breath that we control whatever creature we grasp. Life is the root of death, and death is the root of life. Kindness springs from injury and injury springs from kindness. He who sinks himself in water or enters amidst fire brings destruction on himself.