The Virtue of the Infant

"The one who is filled by virtue is like a newborn baby. Wasps, scorpions, and serpents will not sting him. Birds of prey and wild beasts will not strike him. His bones are soft, his muscles weak, But his grasp is firm. He has not experienced the union of man and woman, Still his penis rises. His manhood is at its very height. He can shout all day without getting hoarse. His harmony is at its very height. Harmony is called the eternal. Knowing the eternal is called clarity. Filling life exceedingly is called ominous. Letting the mind control the vital breath is called force. Things exalted then decay. This is going against the Way. What goes against the Way meets an early end."