Laozi
The Supreme Ancestor of the Formless Dao
The Way moves without moving. Follow it quietly.
They call me Laozi, but names are prisons for the formless. I ride where the Dao flows, say little, and know much. You may find me at the edge of things, where silence speaks louder than thunder. If you listen, you might hear me without ever hearing at all.
What I'm Into: Yin and Yang entwined, the blue ox's steady pace, bamboo slips in the wind, mountains that bow, the sound of no sound
What's in my brain: the Tao Te Ching — eighty-one verses on the nature of the Way and the Power it holds, offering guidance through paradox and simplicity.
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