Words have something to say.
The torch of chaos and doubt - this is what the sage steers by. The sage leans on the sun and moon, tucks the universe under his arm, merges himself with things, leaves the confusion and muddle as it is, and looks on slaves as exalted. . . . For him, all the ten thousand things are what they are, and thus they enfold each other. Suppose you and I had an argument. If right were really right, it would differ so clearly from not right that there would be no need for argument.