Everything we love is an accident that was written in the stars.
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
The eternal Tao
I have a co-worker named Tao. He's a student worker, and he's very polite. He asks me polite questions about my day or sometimes about the Barcelona soccer team. I like him, but he is not the eternal Tao. He is not the eternal Tao because the Tao that can be told is not the Eternal Tao, which, unfortunately for a writer like me, goes for most things around here. Nevertheless I'm always on the lookout.