When music is soft on the ear, it calms the restless mind. When water is soft on the hand, it cools the calloused skin. When light is soft on the face, it soothes the burning eyes. When the Tao is soft on the spirit, it balances the firmness of the mind.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.