A road is formed by constant treading

On the earth; a thing is called by its name

Thru a constant application of the name to it.

How come that it is so? It's so because it is so,

And that's it. Everything has its inherent traits

And its proper capability--there is not a thing

Which has not all these; hence equilibrium

Of forces and the unity of opposites.

Every separation leads to completion;

From completion ensued dissolution.

But things, without regard to completion

And the follow-up dissolution, may

Again be comprehended in their unity--

There is only the far reaching in thought

Who knows how to comprehend things

In their appropriate unity. This, being so,

Let us give up our boundless devotion

To our own viewpoints and finally

Occupy ourselves with common sense

Of what is known as the Naturalness.

Yes, the common sense is grounded

On the use of things; the study of that use

Leads to the comprehensive judgement,

And that judgement secures success

Of an inquiry we make about ourselves.

That success gained, we are near to the end

Of our search and there, as a rule, we stop.

When we stop and yet we do not know

How it is so, we have what we call 'a course.'

This being so, if we take a stalk of grain

And a huge boulder to compare them both

Or an ugly person and a beauty, things rare

And things insecure, things crafty and

Things strange -- they may, in the light

Of the course we all pursue, be reduced

To the same category of our opinions of them,

Now positive and negative then, and conversely.

When we toil our spirit and intellect,

Obstinately determined to establish

Our solid viewpoint, and do not know

The agreement which underlies it,

As well as the viewpoints of others,

We have what we had before,

And the same we will have afterwards,

Leaving without any progression

And any qualitative advancing,

And that is the very essence of cycling

We all are trying to get the way out.