The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
The creature born is the creature dying.
The eyes envy the mind.
To have a human form is a joyful thing.
Although things seem to be sometimes going up and sometimes descending, sometimes slipping away, nevertheless there is a reality, the same today as in the past. It does not change, for nothing can affect it. Could we not say it is one great harmony? So why shouldn't we ask about it.
The little child learns to speak, though it has no learned teachers - because it lives with those who know how to speak.