>>40743777 (OP)Indeed. Pure humans do not revolt against their inadequacies, do not aspire to heroic accomplishments or perfection, make no plans to be distinguished. In this way, they can be mistaken without feeling any regret, can be correct without self-satisfaction. And thus they can ascend the heights without fear, submerge into the depths without getting drenched, enter the flames without feeling hot. Such is the way their understanding is able, in its very demise, to climb along its various borrowings and ascend through the remotest vistas of heaven's course.
They sleep without dreaming and awake without worries. Their food is plain but their breathing is deep. They breathe from their heels while the mass of men breathe from their throats, submissive and defeated, gulping down their words and just as soon vomiting them back up. Their preferences and desires run deep, but their heavenly impulse runs shallow.
Pure humans understand nothing about delighting in life or abhorring death. They emerge without delight, sink back in without resistance. Whooshing in they come and whooshing out they go, nothing more. They neither forget where they come from nor inquire into where they are going. Receiving it, they delight in it. Forgetting all about it, they give it back.
Their minds are intent, their faces are tranquil, their foreheads are broad and plain. They are cool like the autumn, warm like the spring; their joy and anger intermingld with the four seasons. They find something fitting in their encounter with each thing; their ultimate end is unknown.
