There was nothing formless and perfect, balanced but not ordered, chaos from which something was formed; born before earth and heaven. It is serene, hollow, pure, and deep; quiet and still; solitary, unchanging, infinite, eternally present. It is the mother and father of the universe. For lack of a name, I call it the "TAO", "it", the "nameless". It flows through all things, inside and outside, far and near, involve and revolve; departing, going far away, hither and thither, and returning to itself, to the origin of all things. The TAO is great. The universe is great, earth is great, man is great. These are the four great powers. Man follows the earth; earth follows the universe; the universe follows the TAO; the TAO follows only itself. Nothing significant.