Between “yes sir” and “certainly not!” how much difference is there? Between beauty and ugliness, how great is the distinction? He whom others fear, likewise cannot but fear others. How confusing, there is no end to it all! Joyful are the masses, as though feasting after the great sacrifice of oxen, or mounting a terrace in spring. Motionless am I, without any sign, as a baby that has yet to gurgle. How dejected! as though having nowhere to return. The masses all have more than enough; I alone am bereft. I have the heart of a fool. How muddled! The ordinary man is luminously clear, I alone seem confused. The ordinary man is searchingly exact, I alone am vague and uncertain. How nebulous! as the ocean; How blurred! as though without boundary. The masses all have a purpose, I alone am stubborn and uncouth. I desire to be uniquely different from others by honoring the mother who nourishes.