「He who had made himself master of the art of living was the Real Man of the Taoist.
At birth he enters the realm of dreams only to awaken to reality at death.
He tempers his own brightness in order to merge himself into the obscurity of others.
He is "reructant, as one who crosses a stream in winter; hesitating, as one who fears the neighbourhood; respectful, like a guest; trmbling, like ice that is to melt; unassuming, like a piece of wood not yet carved; vacant, like a valley; formless, like troubled waters."
To him the three jewels of life were Oity, Economy, and Modesty.」 (From the Book of Tea-Taoism and Zennism, pp.46-47, Charles E. Tuttle Co., Rutland, Vermont-Tokyo, Japan)
I would like to wander and struggle asking and seaching the eternal truth.
Therefore, I prefer to sing the famous song(Bob Dylan).
" How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes,'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes,'n' how many time must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin'in the wind."
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