Sparrows peck at the dirt under a tree and fly away into its branches like escaping criminals when I walk past. Which is more stunning? That the Tao sustains them in their daily life? Or that they exist at all?
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.