“The Tao that can be told
is not the eternal Tao.”
Learn the Dao
A quiet practice for learning the thing that can’t be known — committing the Tao Te Ching to memory, one line at a time.
Read a chapter. Recite the next line from memory. The app shows you, gently, what you missed — then brings each line back just before you’d forget it.
No streaks. No badges. No notifications. Eighty-one chapters, at the pace of a breath.
The skilful masters (of the Tao) in old times, with a subtle and exquisite penetration, comprehended its mysteries, and were deep (also) so as to elude men's knowledge. As they were thus beyond men's knowledge, I will make an effort to describe of what sort they appeared to be. Shrinking looked they like those who wade through a stream in winter; irresolute like those who are afraid of all around them; grave like a guest (in awe of his host); evanescent like ice that is melting away; unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into anything; vacant like a valley, and dull like muddy water.
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