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“Love Embracing Tao, you become embraced. Supple, breathing gently, you become reborn. Clearing your vision, you become clear. Nurturing your beloved, you become impartial. Opening your heart, you become accepted. Accepting the World, you embrace Tao. Bearing and nurturing, Creating but not owning, Giving without demanding, Controlling without authority, This is love.”

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Book:The Teachings of Lao-Tzu: The Tao-Te Ching
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Laozi, also known as Lao Dan, was a renowned ancient Chinese philosopher and the founder of the Taoist school of thought. His birth and death dates are approximately 604 BC to 531 BC. Laozi advocated for顺应自然 (yielding to nature) and the principle of non-action (wu wei), which had a profound impact on Chinese philosophy, culture, and politics. more

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