The vernacular of the Dao is impeccable. It never says too much nor too little at the appropriate time. Its words are like that of a whisper coming down a mountain; a gentle flowing river; a snowflake making its way to find the perfect landing spot on the ground. Everything it says is true and pure. It speaks volumes sometimes without saying anything at all; just like when a friend listens to your troubles; just listens and doesn’t say anything. They just let you you’re pour your heart out and they don’t judge or offer advice which may or may not be suitable. Those who are wise shall stop and listen, those who shant will find themselves lost and bewildered.