"The dreamer of drinking wine is crying, and the dreamer of weeping is hunting in the field. He is just dreaming, but he does not know his dream. The dream is occupied by his dream, and he will know his dream after he wakes up." - "Zhuangzi·Qiwu Lun"
"The morning bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and the crickets don't know Spring and Autumn. If you are in insignificance, how do you know what greatness is?"
"The wren nests in the deep forest, but it is just a branch; the mole drinks from the river, but its belly is full. If I really live in insignificance, why do I need to know the greatness of Kunpeng? Life is short, I only need to know the greatness in this smallness, so why do I need to know the greatness in greatness?"
"If you were to pick up a chip, stand it on the top of a hillside, give it a push and let it roll down the hillside, do you think it would fall into a pit soon after it started rolling, or would it stir up a beautiful song of destiny after experiencing gravel, weeds and mud?"
"I don't know, but I know that when you really become that bargaining chip, your life will no longer be able to stir up any spin - even a tiny ripple."
——But, what if? There is still a long time, and it won't care if it goes astray for a few days.
