A man already fallen to the ground cannot be struck down again. If one does not press forward, then hardship disperses of itself. Is this not a kind of invincibility?
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Lately I often feel alone, profoundly alone. Is the pursuit of learning truly such a lonely thing? If I do not befriend others, will they not come to befriend me? I may have my reasons for not seeking out my friends, but if my friends do not seek me out, then what are they waiting for?
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Whenever I sit down to read and study, I suddenly feel the urge to drink water, relieve myself, or wash my hands. Only sitting still fails to please me. How very strange.
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It rains heavily. Is it the rain that enfolds me, or I who enfold the rain? I would take my lady's hand, yet she draws back. Is it she who refuses me, or I who refuse her?
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Classroom Daydreams
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Classroom DaydreamsA Mohist Hill disciple's philosophical musings, written in spare moments between lessons.