where have you gone joe dimaggio

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Yes, I disappeared...

In my morning 'stop' a few weeks ago, from the Tao te Ching I read # 56:

Those who know don't talk.
Those who talk don't know.
Close your mouth,
block off your senses,
blunt our sharpness...
Be like the Tao

The End.

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