So the Tao is the flow.  And increased consciousness of it lends to easy surfing of life, with its circumstances, abrupt current changes, seasons, gifts, depths and death.  But it is ultimate mystery and can’t be defined or described or identified.

Pair of Ducks.  Paradox.

Perhaps like a koan, it is merely to be enjoyed, with an occasional “duh” and “ahh”.  Not a struggle like a salmon fighting upriver to spawn.  But sitting in a comfortable float, riding down the sweet river, splashing with my feet in the ripples.  Even the salmon might delight in the fight upriver, but that is not this human’s bliss.

A funny flow, this life, thirsty all the time while floating in a clear clean bright nourishing stream.