Thirty Two
The Tao is forever undefined.
Small enough it is in the uniformed state, it cannot be grasped.
If kings and lords could harness it,
the ten thousand things would naturally obey.
Heaven and earth would come together
And the gentle rain fall.
Men would need no more instruction
And all things would take their course.
Once the whole is divided, the parts need names.
They already have enough names.
One must know when to stop.
Knowing when to stop averts trouble.
Tao in the world is like a river flowing home to the sea.