Almost out the door on our trip to England. It's a beautiful day here, big puffy clouds float through a bright blue sky. A couple of gray one suggest a possibility of rain (hope that doesn't delay our flights) but is hardly enough to put a damper on the afternoon. Thus, a happy thought from Chuang Tzu:
We're cast into this human form, and it's such happiness. The human form knows change, but the ten thousand changes are utterly boundless. Who could calculate the joys they promise?
And so the sage wanders where nothing is hidden and everything is preserved. The sage calls dying a blessing and living long a blessing, calls beginnings a blessing and endings a blessing. We might make such a person our teacher, but there's something the ten thousand things belong to, something all change depends upon - imagine making that your teacher. (87)
And so the sage wanders where nothing is hidden and everything is preserved. The sage calls dying a blessing and living long a blessing, calls beginnings a blessing and endings a blessing. We might make such a person our teacher, but there's something the ten thousand things belong to, something all change depends upon - imagine making that your teacher. (87)
And so I am off to wander in Way....
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