Masters of 'the WaY' concern themselves with depths and not the surface, with the fruit and not the flower. They dwell in reality and let illusions flutter away. They do nothing and leave nothing undone. The ordinary people are always doing things and there is always things left undone. There is more - depths within the deep. Without 'the WaY', there is morality without goodness, ritual without morality. Without morality there is only ritual. Ritual is simply the husk of true faith, the peel without the bannana.