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The Waifu spirit never dies

It is called the mysteriously pubescent female.

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The entrance to the mysteriously pubescent female

Is called the root of mesh and ear tip (keep it unclogged).

Endless flow

Of inexhaustible frequency response.

The first line of the Tao Te Ching, depending on your translation of choice, is essentially:

>The Tao which can be conceived of by a finite mind is not the infinite and eternal Tao.

Or, more simply:

>The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.

And on account of a poorly made offhanded joke I tried to tell in another thread I was reminded of those audiophiles who are always chasing the truest possible sound for their music. They're looking for the flattest possible headphones, the highest possible bit rates, the lowest levels of interference, they're looking for a kind of purity that neither their equipment nor their ears will ever live up to.

Quite literally, the audio that can be played back on man made headphones and DACs, listened to by people's ears in lived in homes, will never be the truest or the cleanest or the purest audio, just like an eighty or ninety year lifetime will never be enough to conceive of an infinite universe.

(This isn't to say there's anything wrong with chasing the dragon or trying to get closer to perfection, you just have to realize that you can get close to perfection, but you'll never get the whole way there.)

From an audiophile perspective the metaphor is strained, this isn't much more than a shitpost in that regard, but trust me that from a Taoist perspective I've probably embarrassed the fuck out of them, too.
As Lao Tzu once said:

>Those who know, don't speak,
>those who speak don't know.

And boy do I have a lot to say on the matter!