Who can free himself of achievement and fame Then descend and be lost Amidst the masses of men? He will flow like Tao, unseen… He will go about like life itself, With no name and no home. Simple is he, without. To all appearances he is a fool. His steps leave no trace. He has no power. He achieves nothing. He has no reputation. Since he judges no one, No one judges him. Such is the perfect man. His boat is empty.