pygmy marmoset and human being

Today I’ve been looking at an extraordinary book. The title page says

THE WAY OF LIFE
Lao Tzu

A new translation of the
Tao Té Ching
by R. B. BLAKNEY

The translator, thousands of years after the gathering editing of the verses that comprise her translation, reveals with clarity the elusiveness of the meaning of the words she translates. Her introduction to the text is a nimble demonstration of her own journey to her own Way. Her gift to me-the-reader is the freedom to NOT seek a final answer in these ancient words, but rather to, by reflecting on them and then living by personal truth, discover yet another, truer Way.

All this may seem to have little to do with my image. Paradox is, it has nothing and everything to do with it. When I created the image I sought something; I found it partly through my own efforts and partly through what the image-in-progress revealed. Since what I found was inexpressible in words, and will mean something different to you than it does to me, the image is the best hint of its meaning.