I cannot believe I lost that entire post! I went in to make a slight correction to give Photobucket the credit for the image and, poof! Everything disappeared! Arghhhh!
Let's see if I can remember what I wrote - something about having a few translations of the Tao Te Ching and loving all of them; then remarking on Ron Hogan's translation, which you can find here.
Then I think I posted a few of the stanzas that I liked...and that's it for what I remember.
it ain't Tao.
If it has a name,
it's just another thing.
Names are for ordinary things.
When you want stuff, all you see are things.
Figure them out, and you've got it made.
The world's a holy place.
You can't just fuck around with it.
Those who try to change it destroy it.
Those who try to possess it lose it.
or maybe you stay behind.
Sometimes you push yourself,
other times you rest.
Sometimes you're strong,
sometimes you're weak.
Sometimes you're up, and sometimes you're down.
avoiding extravagance and excess.
with some cosmic mumbo-jumbo
about Tao making one,
one making two,
two making three,
and three making everything else.
I wouldn't worry about it too much.
Men hate to be called
powerless, insignificant, or unworthy,
but that's how
Masters describe themselves.
And when we succeed, we've failed.
what I'm telling you now:
"Live by the sword, die by the sword."
That's pretty much what Chapter 42
boils down to.
(See Chapter 46 for more details.)