In his every movement a man of great virtue
Follows the way and the way only.
As a thing the way is
Indistinct and shadowy,
Yet within it is an image;
Shadowy and indistinct,
Yet within it is a substance.
Dim and dark,
Yet within it is an essence.
This essence is quite genuine
And within it is something that can be tested.
From the present back to iniquity
Its name never deserted it.
It serves as a means for inspecting the fathers of the multitude.
How do I know that the fathers of the multitude are like that? By means of this.
What does it profit a man if he follows every religious precept, if he can expound every dogma, if he can keep the law, …and he is a miserable sod, a misery to all and sundry?