"The Tao that can be named is not the true Tao". So starts the first line of the Tao Te Ching. I have pondered that line many times. It has become a beacon for me when I try to comprehend the the incomprehensible. Attempting to understand the infinite is like a dog chasing it's tail. A never ending task, an illusion married to a futility. The ancient shamans knew that in knowing that you do not know, will make you wise. These learned sages never ask the question "Why". Why can never be fully answered. These true men of old did not lust for life and they did not fear death. Wealth, riches and possessions were not gains in their eyes. And fame was the beginning of disgrace. Such was their knowledge and their way of life. They did not rely on others and did not pride themselves for going it alone. They did not struggle to gain great wealth nor did they make poverty a virtue. They were unseen by most of society. Humanity can be blind. So, they were passed by as if they were "nothing" or invisible. Society will say "What value can there be in "nothing"? Well, I say look at a window. A window is "nothing" but a hole in the wall. Yet, that hole, that "nothing" is the reason the whole room is filled with brilliant sunlight. These wise old men lived in harmony. They lived in balance. They knew that "nothing" was "No Thing" and that "No Thing" was the Tao. visionary imagist "Joey"