A hard push and a man dies.
A subtle push and the world moves.
A hard push and a man dies.
A subtle push and the world moves.
Man is like a monkey. He finds a stick and hits the ground with it. Each time he hits the ground the world moves…
He finds a hole and throws a stone in it. Water burst out in waves…
He takes his stick and his stone and as he beats them together the world vibrates with cavernous clamor…
Filled with pride. The monkey stands straight up and cries with all his might “the world is mine !”
Yet he still fails to see he is standing on the back of a whale.
As the Dao is ever present and ever so close, once found, it can never be lost. Still it will ever remain shrouded in the wind. One should thus never obliviate the unraveling of the soul.