| All the world is merry as a holiday or as if climbing to a vista in spring. I alone seem listless and still, as one without desire - like an infant which has not yet smiled; dejected and forlorn, like one with no home. All the world has enough - and more. I alone seem to have lost everything. My mind is that of a fool, lost in a cloud of indiscerning. People on the street are bright and knowing. I alone seem in the dark. The people are sharp and discriminate. I alone make no distinctions. I drift about, at sea, with nowhere to rest. All the world has a goal. I alone seem aimless and unable, like a rustic new to the city. I alone seem different from the world, because I value the food of the Dao. |
| -- Laozi |
Much deeper thoughts than Jack Handy.