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To be the Tao, you must be like a cat, like water... like Bruce Lee's idea of water. That's upeksha, equanimity, smiling at the nasty surf coming to slam you into the turf you thought was safe. Because security, or tradition, is the illusion of continued stability, and when you embody the fact that you are an eternal soul (NPCs are not, mind you), then, there's nothing to fear... because death does not exist, right? And since it doesn't, you'll always be fine... even if, on your healing journey of reconciling yourself with your suffering, there might be a painful moment or two here and there. 

Incidentally, if it wasn't for the pain inherent in suffering, the Buddha would not have had a job (goodbye Four Noble Truths and trying to outline something like the Wheel of Samsara). Since pain is the case, since the wetiko virus arises as a result of a running away from pain, then, we may as well stop running from this fact, face it square in the nose when the Tao decides it's time for it, and try to approach it like we would a cat on the sidewalk, perhaps antagonistic at first, but, after a while, open to getting its belly and nose rubbed... since you're chill and stuff with whatever arises, including a barking dog coming up the road, spooking the cat into biting you... but you, you're like, Do what you will, dude.

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (Heather colors contain polyester)
• Fabric weight: 4.2 oz/yd² (142 g/m²)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
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Be the Tao, Chairment Meow

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