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You can be said to have an understanding of the rudiments of civilized life if you can understand the meaning of this little story. It is my own translation from the 3rd century BC Chinese philosopher, Huai Nan-zi.
THE OLD MAN ON THE FRONTIER LOSES A HORSE
Among the people who lived close to the border, there was a man who was adept as a sage. The man owned a mare which one day escaped and went off into barbarian territory. Everyone pitied him, but the old man said : "What makes you think it is not good fortune?"
Several months later, his mare returned, with a superb barbarian stallion following her. Everyone congratulated the old man. But he said: "What makes you think this cannot be a misfortune?"
The family was richer by a good horse, and the old man's son liked to ride it. One day the son was thrown from the spirited stallion, broke his hip and was lamed for life. Everyone pitied him, but the old man said: "What makes you think this is not good fortune!"
One year later, there was a large incursion of barbarians into the borderlands. Every able-bodied young man was drafted and went off to war ---but the old man's son was rejected on account of his lameness. Of those who went off, nine out of ten were killed. The son was spared because he was lame, so he and his father had each other to rely on for support.
So good fortune changes into bad fortune; bad fortune changes into good fortune. There is no limit to transformation; its depth cannot be fathomed.
The Chinese have the Dao; the poor Americans only have the Dow.
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You can be said to have an understanding of the rudiments of civilized life if you can understand the meaning of this little story. It is my own translation from the 3rd century BC Chinese philosopher, Huai Nan-zi.
THE OLD MAN ON THE FRONTIER LOSES A HORSE
Among the people who lived close to the border, there was a man who was adept as a sage. The man owned a mare which one day escaped and went off into barbarian territory. Everyone pitied him, but the old man said : "What makes you think it is not good fortune?"
Several months later, his mare returned, with a superb barbarian stallion following her. Everyone congratulated the old man. But he said: "What makes you think this cannot be a misfortune?"
The family was richer by a good horse, and the old man's son liked to ride it. One day the son was thrown from the spirited stallion, broke his hip and was lamed for life. Everyone pitied him, but the old man said: "What makes you think this is not good fortune!"
One year later, there was a large incursion of barbarians into the borderlands. Every able-bodied young man was drafted and went off to war ---but the old man's son was rejected on account of his lameness. Of those who went off, nine out of ten were killed. The son was spared because he was lame, so he and his father had each other to rely on for support.
So good fortune changes into bad fortune; bad fortune changes into good fortune. There is no limit to transformation; its depth cannot be fathomed.
The Chinese have the Dao; the poor Americans only have the Dow.
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