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“The nameless uncarved block Is but freedom from desire, And I if I cease to desire and remain still, The empire will be at peace of its own accord.”

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Book:Tao Te Ching
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Tao Te Ching

Composed by Laozi, this ancient Chinese classic is a collection of teachings that emphasize living in accordance with the Tao, or 'the Way', which is the essential principle underlying the universe. It offers insights into the nature of life, ethics, and the pursuit of a harmonious existence. more

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