Tao is
void like empty space.
Possessive, passive, and nameless,
like the sea upon which all of creation depends.
As it inhales and exhalts,
it nourishes and provides.
Concentrated, it is forever changing.
other readings further drafts from the same generation
deeper strata where the meaning thins
the original
He who stands on his tiptoes does not stand firm; he who stretches
his legs does not walk (easily). (So), he who displays himself does
not shine; he who asserts his own views is not distinguished; he who
vaunts himself does not find his merit acknowledged; he who is
self-conceited has no superiority allowed to him. Such conditions,
viewed from the standpoint of the Tao, are like remnants of food, or a
tumour on the body, which all dislike. Hence those who pursue (the
course) of the Tao do not adopt and allow them.