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Modesty that comes to expression.
It is favorable to set armies marching
To chastise one’s own city and one’s country.

of this Wilhelm sez:

“A person who is really sincere in his modesty must make it show in reality. He must proceed with great energy in this. When enmity arises nothing is easier than to lay the blame on another. A weak man takes offence perhaps, and draws back, feeling self-pity; he thinks that it is modesty that keeps him from defending himself. Genuine modesty sets one to creating order and inspires one to begin by disciplining one’s own ego and one’s immediate circle. Only through having the courage to marshal one’s armies against oneself, will something forceful really be achieved.”

I wonder if Wilhelm had a P.A.?

I have a quote on my ‘other blog’ (does that make me polybloggerous?) that says:

“When winter comes, a crow perches even on a scarecrow.”

I have been contemplating the wisdom in this lately and sought to clarify its meaning in my life right now. Ie. Why am I attracted to this parable, what truth does it reflect in my outer world of associations, and my inner world, which has been in transition for some time now.

Well, it *is* winter and this morning I woke up feeling particularly frigid inside. It is hard to explain. I have attracted a lot of new people into my life lately and work remains a game of ‘playing ball on running water’. There has been some recognition from the ‘outside world’ that what I do is kinda cool. I have even felt that the new people in my life are a more accurate reflection of who I am and as such will enable me to continue this path of spiritual growing.

But today I feel hollow and barren inside. Unusual, as I am usually optimistic to a fault. I asked the Yee to put this in perspective - Where is this feeling coming from?

I received 17 Acquiring Followers changing into 3 Difficulty in the Beginning. How apropos…The moving line in the fourth line of 17 says specifically about people who cling to you out of their own self-interest who use flattery and scheming for their own personal gain. This is an intuitive bulls-eye but what have I to offer…? It goes on to speak of the risk of becoming dependent on these people and losing ones ability to see/think/feel/act, independently.

Am I at risk of losing myself? This whole LJ/tribe/friendster thing has brought this tendency in people into sharp focus for me. I have my doubts, but I also have my hopes. Days like these are a blessing in disguise. They provide an opportunity to still the mind and reflect. To gain understanding and to act with the motive of a pure heart. Why do so many people fear this and avoid the discomfort that growth can bring. *shrug* I am but a little seedling pushing up through the snow…

So today I push another boundary and reveal my inner workings for the world to bear witness. I leave you with this question:

Who are you?

This just in off the wire:

“We just won the “Best Open Source Project” award at LinuxWorld NY! We were competing against senior projects such as KDE 3.2, Gentoo, SUN’s JXTA. I would like to thank all of you for your support and encouragement. To the devs and testers that made us come this far in this short of a time - you guys rock!”

I <3 Helix!

So I was subjected to that most frequently felt of adolescent emotions, pier pressure, and finally gave in and started this silly LJ thang…we’ll see, I have my doubts you know.

Of this the ‘Yeeee’ says:

25 Disentangling, initial nine moving.

Disentangling.
Source of Success: Advantageous Trial.
One in no way correcting: possessing a blunder.
Advantageous to have a direction to go.

Disentangling. Going auspicious.
Disentangling’s going.
Acquiring the purpose indeed.

When winter comes, a crow perches even on a scarecrow.

KIKAKU ENOMOTO (1661-1707)

Went to sleep
’round about midnight.
Took the ‘A’ train
North to a dream.
Got off to a Page
In some magazine,
Said I was hungry,
Said I was mean.
I watched as
You fought back
Watched you grow lean.
Wondered my self back
To an unfolding scene
Then awoke to a radio
Newsflash weather and
Traffic at 7:16

~ me

Cliffs of scarlet cloud gleam in the west;
The sun’s feet are sinking beneath the earth.
By the rustic gate sparrows are twittering.
The stranger returns to his home from a thousand li.
My wife is astonished that I still exist.
No longer bewildered, she wipes away her tears.
I was drifting in sand in the wind of the world’s anger.
It is just fate that has brought me back alive.
The fence gate is filled with neighbor’s faces,
Sighing and shedding a few tears.
In the deep night we light a new candle
And see each other face to face as in a dream.

TU FU, CHINESE (712-770)