“What then,” said Yun Kiang, “shall I do?” Hung Mo said, “Ah! Do you only take the position of doing nothing, and things will of themselves become transformed. Neglect your body; cast our from you your power of hearing and sight; forget what you have in common with things; cultivate a grand similarity with the chaos of the plastic ether; unloose your mind; set your spirit free; be still as if you had no soul. Of all the multitude of things, every one returns to its root, and does not know that it is doing so. They do not ask its name; they do not seek to spy out their nature; and thus it is that things come to life of themselves.”
— from Silence