If I were possessed of the slightest knowledge, traveling on the great Way, My only fear would be to go astray. The great Way is quite level, but the people are much enamored of mountain trails. The court is thoroughly deserted, The fields are choked with weeds, The granaries are altogether empty. Still there are some who wear clothes with fancy designs and brilliant colors, sharp swords hanging at their sides, are sated with food, overflowing with possessions and wealth. This is called “the brazenness of a bandit.” The brazenness of a bandit is surely not the Way!