I like a passage from "The Way of Heaven": "If my ability can only make me poor and destitute, then poverty and destitution are my value. What I want to do and what I can do are two different things, which must be determined by the conditions. As long as I do not realize the Dao myself, you cannot give it to me, and even if you give it to me, I cannot hold on to it. Only when I realize the Dao myself can I possibly achieve it; what I can achieve is mine." The most brutal slap in the face in this world is reaching on tiptoe for the moon in the sky, only to end up breaking the bowl in my hands. How many people live like gamblers, betting their entire fortune to chase a mirage, yet lose the three pounds of millet drying at their doorstep? What you think is solitary bravery is actually greed dressed in a hero's robe; the peak you envy may be someone else's cliff of desperation.