On the day I lost my job at the age of 46, I stood in the CBD on a rainy night and discovered that the water stains under my feet were exactly the same as the pattern that the blind man Guan had drawn on the dirt when I was 16 years old. What I once thought was the nonsense of feudal superstition, thirty years later, was confirmed verbatim in my fatal situation at work, the dead fish at home, and the bell-shaped building upside down. The trapped dragon takes off its armor and lives when it sees water. With the opening of a gapped copper coin, I discovered that the ups and downs of this half-life had already been contained in this hexagram...
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