What the sages fear, I must not fear. I am the wilderness before the dawn. —
The multitude are busy and active… I alone am bland, As if I have not yet emerged into form. Like an infant who has not yet smiled, Lost, like one who has nowhere to return. —
The multitudes all have too much; I alone am deficient. My mind is that of a fool, Nebulous. —
Worldly people are luminous; I alone am dark. Worldly people are clear-sighted; I alone am dull, I am calm like the sea, Like the high winds I never stop. —
The multitudes all have their use; I alone am untamable like lowly material. I alone am different from others. For I treasure feeding on the Mother.
From Tao Te Ching 20. Translation: Ellen M. Chen.