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Here are the horses, able to tramp over frost and snow with their hooves, to keep out the wind and cold with their coats. Chomping the grass and drinking the waters, prancing and jumping over the terrain - this is the genuine inborn nature of horses. Then along comes a "trainer", saying, "I'm good at managing horses!" He proceeds to brand them, shave them, clip them, bridle them, fetter them with crupple and martingale, pen them in stable and stall - until a quarter of the horses have dropped dead. Then he starves them, parches them, trots them, gallops them, lines them up neck-to-neck or nose-to-tail, tormenting them with bit and rein in front and whip and spur behind. By then over half of the horses have dropped dead.
The potter says, "I'm good at managing clay! I round it until it matches the compass, square it until it matches the T-square." The carpenter says, "I'm good at managing wood! I curve it until it matches the arc, straighten it until it correctly corresponds to the line." Do you suppose the inborn nature of the clay or wood wishes to match a compass, T-square, arc, or line? And yet somehow or other, generation after generation bursts into songs of praise for the horse trainer, the potter, and the carpenter. And this is the same error made by those who "govern", who "order" the world.
For the people, too, have their own inborn natures. To be clothed by their own weaving, fed by their own plowing - these are the intrinsic virtuosities in which they all share. All as one, without faction - this is just the way Heaven tosses them out.
