| Drawing Sustenance Abandon memorizing, and vexations end. How much difference is there between yes and no? How much difference is there between good and evil? Is what people fear really to be feared? How very remote the actual occurrence! The people of the world make merry as though at a holiday feast or a spring carnival. I alone am inactive and desireless, like a new-born baby who cannot yet smile, unattached, as though homeless. The people of the world possess more than enough. I alone seem to have lost all. I must be a fool, so indiscriminate and nebulous. Most people seem knowledgeable and bright. I alone am simple and dull. Most people see differences and are sharp. I alone make no distinctions, seeming aimless, drifting as the sea, like the wind blowing about, seemingly without destination. People of the world all have a purpose. I alone seem impractical and out of place. I am different from others, and value drawing sustenance from the Mother. |
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