The day of Not-A-Path
The Day of Dao, is never celebrated. The things we pursue evade us. But once, in an undefined time, at least once, when celebrants avoid thought, and just experience, they are met with the glimps of the Dao.
The visit is brief. Few people can handle the Dao without immidietly starting to reactively define and analyze, which make the experience end. But in the moment of this revelation, a connection reveals itself, a red thread that loops around, and binds all things, like the pages of a timeless book. It can not be seen in its entirety, it can not be formalized or articulated. Pronouns od definition or possession fail to be "Be" enough to fit.
once its experienced, it is a veritable festival. An existential holiday. All things and thoughts, feelings and failings, for a heartbeat, make sense.
Sadly, like all carnivals, reality as we know it comes crashing. And the vision of the thread is lost.
But it never is.