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Chapter 20: The World and I

The Tao Te Ching: Warnings and Invitations

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Dana Therrien
Apr 07, 2026
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Banish learning, and vexations end.
Between “Ah!” and “Ough!”
How much difference is there?
Between “good” and “evil”
How much difference is there?
That which men fear
Is indeed to be feared;
But, alas, distant yet is the dawn (of awakening)!

The people of the world are merry-making,
As if partaking of the sacrificial feasts,
As if mounting the terrace in spring;
I alone am mild, like one unemployed,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached, like one without a home.

The people of the world have enough and to spare,
But I am like one left out,
My heart must be that of a fool,
Being muddled, nebulous!

The vulgar are knowing, luminous;
I alone am dull, confused.
The vulgar are clever, self-assured;
I alone, depressed.
Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless.

The people of the world all have a purpose;
I alone appear stubborn and uncouth.
I alone differ from the other people,
And value drawing sustenance from the Mother.

You may have sensed it early. That quiet wrongness without a name. Something felt in the heart long before the mind finds language for it. A child watching the fissure expand between what people say on Sunday and what they do on Monday. Between the institution’s promise and its practice. Between the life being offered and the life being lived.

Some see the cracks later. Some never see them at all, moving through the inherited world seemingly content, never troubled by the distance between the surface and what lies beneath it.

But you felt the seams.

And one day, without warning, the fracture opens. Not slowly. All at once. The way a bone breaks. Everything you thought was solid reveals itself as performance. Everything you were told was true reveals itself as arrangement. The world does not change. You do. And in that single moment of sudden seeing, there is no going back.

Laotse had a name for that day.

Banish learning, and vexations end!

We name it something else: I’m done!

The “I’m done” moment is not free. This chapter names what it costs. And what it returns.

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