That through which one passes in and out without seeing its form, that is the Portal of the Heavenly Tao. This Portal is Non-Existence. All things sprang from Non-Existence. Existence could not make existence existence. Herein is the abiding place of the Sage.
Nature is no other than a man's parents.
If she bid me die quickly, and I demur, then I am an unfilial son. She can do me no wrong. T AO gives me this form, this toil in manhood, this repose in old age, this rest in death. And surely that which is such a kind arbiter of my life is the best arbiter of my death. Your body is not your own.