He who has virtue is like a newborn child, free from attack by those who dwell in the way of Nature, the straight path that is The Way. The bones of the newborn child are soft, his muscles supple, but his grip is firm; he is whole, though not knowing he was born of the creative and receptive way. The way of Nature is in the child, so even when he cries all day, his throat does not grow hoarse or dry. From constancy, there develops harmony, and from harmony, enlightenment.