How can the Tao, which is the very energy of the Cosmos, seem so filled with imperfection? We want it to be clear, and it is confusing. We want it to speak, and it remains silent. We want it to be straight and smooth and it seems winding and rough. There are no easy answers, only observations that may help give some perspective. This link to a Pete Seeger/Judy Collins song from long ago back in “the day,” may be pertinent.
William Martin 