There is something, amorphous and complete, that was born before heaven and earth.

Laozi § 25

I am struck by the juxtaposition of amorphous and complete. To be complete is to be perfect—missing no parts. How can that which is complete have no shape?

Even the name Dao is brilliant. It’s their best attempt at the broadest possible word to express the ground of being:

There is something, amorphous and complete, that was born before heaven and earth.

Obscure, oh and immaterial, oh, it stands alone, unchanged.

It operates everywhere but stays free from danger, thus we may consider it the mother of all under heaven.

We do not know its name.

So we style it Dao

Forced to give it a name, we call it great.

Laozi § 25

When I listen to [Hunted](https://khemmis.bandcamp.com/album/hunted) I realize it is not simply that I love this album, nor that it is perfect. Rather, it could be the last album I heard before I died and I would be content. To what degree this is their genius or my preference I’ll never know, nor does it matter.