Like a whisper coming softly down a mountain, the Dao is everywhere and nowhere. The winter snows now blanket the delicate grass beneath it. Soon, the snow will melt away and where there appeared to be no life, the grass grows underneath. In the midst of the harshest winter, the buds lay waiting to sprout. Life goes on with us or without us. It can pass us by if we are not careful. Listen for the whisper.