The multitude of men look satisfied and pleased; as if





The multitude of men look satisfied and pleased; as if enjoying a
full banquet, as if mounted on a tower in spring I alone seem

listless and still, my desires having as yet given no indication of

their presence I am like an infant which has not yet smiled I look

dejected and forlorn, as if I had no home to go to The multitude of

men all have enough and to spare I alone seem to have lost

everything My mind is that of a stupid man; I am in a state of

chaos



Ordinary men look bright and intelligent, while I alone seem to be

benighted They look full of discrimination, while I alone am dull

and confused I seem to be carried about as on the sea, drifting as

if I had nowhere to rest All men have their spheres of action, while

I alone seem dull and incapable, like a rude borderer (Thus) I alone

am different from other men, but I value the nursing-mother (the Tao)





The man who wears dirty raiments, who is emaciated and The partial becomes complete; the crooked, straight; the empty, full; the facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

Feedback