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The Way that can be told of is not an Unvarying Way;
The names that can be named are not unvarying names
It was from the Nameless that Heaven and Earth sprang;
The named is but the mother that rears the ten thousand creatures, each after its kind.
Truly, “Only he that rids himself forever of desire can see the Secret Essences”;
He that has never rid himself of desire can see only the Outcomes
These two things issued from the same mold, but nevertheless are different in name
This “same mold” we can but call the Mystery,
Or rather the “Darker than any Mystery,”
The Door way whence issued all Secret Essences.
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