Nihilists are not kind;
They believe in nothing.
The Stranger is not kind,
He drifts where the wind catches him.
Nihilists are like a bellows
Empty, yet full of hot air,
The more they threaten, the more cowardly they seem;
The Stranger also rambles and loses his train of thought
But tells a purty good story.
Nature is not kind;
It treats all things impartially.
The Sage is not kind,
And treats all people impartially.
Nature is like a bellows
Empty, yet supplying all needs,
The more it moves, the more it yields;
The sage draws upon Tao in the same way
And can not be exhausted.