We walk down a country road one early winter evening. The sun is a golden yellow setting beneath an orange sky. It feels like just you, me, and a few mooing cows are the only ones on earth. What a beautiful night it is. You can try to make the Dao into some kind of abstract, cosmic, scientific theory and maybe on some level it is but that level doesn’t matter now. It’s not about science or religion. Tonight it is as simple as something can be.