Chapter 20.2: Standing Up, Standing Out, & Standing Tall
The masses are all resplendent and rejoicing, as if feasting on the fatted calf, as if climbing a pagoda in spring to enjoy the scenery. I alone am anchored in the water, without showing any signs of divine favor, Innocent as a newborn babe, who has yet to sneer or cheer; Tired from hard work, but with seemingly no home to return to. The masses all have their surplus things, I alone am not leaving behind a legacy of loss and loose ends. How foolish is my heart – like a monkey holding a snake! The common folk are brilliant, I alone am unenlightened. The common folk are insightful, I alone am close-minded. Rolling waves, they are as the sea; blown about on the wind, seemingly without footing. The masses all have their means and undertakings, I alone am unyielding and lowly. I alone am different from people, and value feeding from the Mother. In a rare shift to first-person narrative, this passage describes the feelings and sentiments that we feel as...