Te (n.) is virtue in the old sense of effectiveness, like the healing virtue of a plant — and no deliberate method can cultivate or imitate it.
Te (n.) is the unthinkable ingenuity of man's spontaneous functioning, blocked the moment one tries to master it by method — like the centipede asked which leg goes after which.
Te (n.) is magical virtue — the miraculous we feel both at the stars and at our own power to be conscious.
Te (n.) that is contrived or prescribed is not real te — just as the Tao described is not the real Tao.
Te (n.) is virtue in the sense of a plant's healing virtues, not moral rectitude — a power, even a magic, of good things happening by themselves.
Te (n.) is already at work in the miraculous fruiting of plants, the forming of eyes and ears, the circulation of blood — all of it without conscious direction.
Te (n.) often goes unnoticed because it looks so ordinary — a spiritual camouflage, like the protective coloring of a moth.
Te (n.) is the grace in living that flows naturally from prajna, the intuitive realization of being one with the Tao — not a power drilled by psychophysical gymnastics.
Te (n.) is, at root, power used without force and without undue meddling — entering the forest without moving the grass, the water without raising a ripple.
Te (n.) means, in its oldest ideogram, going along with eye and heart united — the navigator watching the stars, the sailor reading currents and winds.