Without stirring abroad
One can know the whole world.
Without looking out of the window
One can see the way of heaven.
The further one goes
The less one knows.
Turning back is how the way moves;
Weakness is the means the way employs.
The myriad creatures in the world are born from Something, and Something from Nothing.
There is a thing confusedly formed,
Born before heaven and earth.
Silent and void
It stands alone and does not change,
Goes round and does not weary.
It is capable of being the mother of the world,
But I know not its name.
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Common 52.6%
Very Rare 6.6%
Rare 15.8%
