Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it liveable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
Tao Te Ching