Today is Aidan's birthday.
 
     He would have been twenty-two.

     As I think about his life, and what he gave to me, a passage from Zhuangzi comes to mind.  Without him,
I would not have the understanding of this passage that I now have.  It
is his gift to me and, so, I post it here as a birthday present for
all.

Sufficient because "sufficient."  Insufficient because "insufficient." 
Traveling the Way makes it Dao.  Naming things makes them real.  Why
real?  Real because "real." Why nonreal? Nonreal because "nonreal."  So
the real is originally there  in things, and the sufficient is
originally there in things.  There's nothing that is not real, and
nothing that is not sufficient.

Hence, the blade of grass and the
pillar, the leper and the ravishing [beauty], the noble, the sniveling,
the disingenuous, the strange – in Dao they all move as one and the
same.  In difference is the whole; in wholeness is the broken.  Once
they are neither whole nor broken, all things move freely as one and the
same again.

Only one who has seen through
things understands moving freely as one and the same.  In this way,
rather than relying on your own distinctions, you dwell in the
ordinary.  To be ordinary is to be self-reliant; to be self-reliant is
to move freely; to move freely is to arrive.  That's almost it, because
to arrive is to be complete.  But to be complete without understanding
how – that is called Dao.