We are angels, fallen into our world, wandering in unfamiliar, fragile bodies, looking for a people, places, and selves we can find comfort in.

The Nameless One perceived Its intention to create, and immediately the intentions scattered as fragments in the material time/space.

The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth.
The named is the mother of ten thousand things.
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery.
Ever desiring, one can see the manifestations.
These two spring from the same source but differ in name;
this appears as darkness.
Darkness within darkness.
The gate to all mystery.