The appearance of profound integrity
comes from following the way alone.
The way is boundless and unfathomable.
Unfathomable and boundless,
yet within are images.
Boundless and unfathomable,
yet within are objects.
Cavernous and dark,
yet within there are essences.
The essences are real;
in their centers, truth.
From now to ancient beginnings,
its name has not perished,
because it created the ten thousand things.
How do I know it created the ten thousand things?
Because of this.