The Solitary Sage

Stop learning, and have no worries. How much difference is there between yes and no? How much difference between good and evil? What others fear, I must also fear. Vast indeed, this endless path! The multitude are joyful, as if feasting on a sacrificial ox, as if ascending a terrace in spring. I alone am quiet, showing no signs, like a baby who has not yet smiled; weary, as if I have no home to return to. The multitude all have plenty, while I alone seem lacking. I have the mind of a fool—how ignorant! The common people are bright, I alone am dim. The common people are discerning, I alone am confused. Calm like the sea, drifting as if without end. The multitude all have purpose, I alone am stubborn and lowly. I alone differ from others, valuing the nourishing Mother.