Although he travels all day, the sage never loses sight of his luggage carts.
The mature person perceives the fruitlessness of rigid, external methodologies.
Seal the openings, shut the doors, dull the sharpness, untie the knots, dim the light, become one with the dust. This is called the profound union.
Going forward seems like retreat.
Who can wait quietly until the mud settles? Who can remain still until the moment of action?
To delight in conquest is to delight in slaughter.