Well established class systems are not easily uprooted
Closely held beliefs are not easily given up
So ritual imprisons generations upon generations
Harmony does not care about harmony
And so is naturally attained
But ritual is forced harmony
And so does not last
Harmony neither acts nor reasons
Love acts, but without reason
Justice acts to serve reason
Ritual acts to enforce reason
When the Tao is lost
There can remain harmony
When harmony is lost
There can remain love
When love is lost
There can remain justice
But when justice is lost
All there is left is ritual
Ritual is the end of compassion and genuineness
The beginning of confusion
Belief is a colorful hope or fear
The beginning of folly
The sage goes by harmony and not hope
He dwells in the fruit and not in the flower
He accepts substance and ignores sentiment
Tao Wisdom