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   From: tanghuyen@gmail.com   
      
   On 11/7/2016 7:06 PM, Ned Ludd wrote:   
      
   > The multitude is merry, as if on a holiday, or watching a parade.   
   > I alone am inert, like an infant not yet a child.   
   > Drifting, belonging nowhere.   
   > Others have more than they need; I alone seem to have lost all.   
   > I am a fool, yes, and confused.   
   > Others are clear and bright; I am dull and dark.   
   > Others are clever and assured; I am blunt and obscure,   
   > Patient as the sea, drifting like the waves.   
   > Everyone is busy, I alone am aimless and uncouth.   
   > I am different; I take nourishment only from my mother.   
      
   DDJ 20, Ta-kao:   
      
   Between yea and nay, how much difference is there?   
   Between good and evil, how much difference is there?   
   What are feared by others we must fear; Vastly are   
   they unlimited!   
   The people in general are as happy as if enjoying a   
   great feast. Or, as going up a tower in spring. I alone   
   am tranquil, and have made no signs, Like a baby who   
   is yet unable to smile; Forlorn as if I had no home to   
   go to.   
   Others all have more than enough, And I alone seem   
   to be in want. Possibly mine is the mind of a fool,   
   Which is so ignorant!   
   The vulgar are bright, And I alone seem to be dull.   
   The vulgar are discriminative, and I alone seem blunt.   
   I am negligent as if being obscure; Drifting, as if being   
   attached to nothing.   
   The people in general all have something to do, And I   
   alone seem to be impractical and awkward. I alone   
   am different from others. But I value seeking   
   sustenance from the Mother.   
      
   Classic Daoism, in pristine purity. Clear like a bell.   
      
   "Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of   
   Man has no place to lay his head."   
   He said to another man, "Follow me." But he replied,   
   "Lord, first let me go and bury my father."   
   "Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and   
   proclaim the kingdom of God."   
      
   This last part, let the dead bury the dead, shows   
   unconcern, but has never been practiced by his   
   followers, it seems. The part, the Son of Man has no   
   place to lay his head, is taken by Madame Guyon to   
   teach the un-established mind.   
      
   Tang Huyen   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)