There he stood beside the side of the road. Having bought the entire world and made it into an instrument of perfection, for many years he blew through every hole trying to make it sing, yet never a single sound ever aired from this finely tuned world. Finally at his wits end he gave up on the world he thought he knew, tossing it to the side of the road and walking away. A few moments later a gentle wind began to brush up against his shoulder, not remembering what this was, he paid it no mind, never turning his head to look and see what was becoming of the world he had left behind. The instrument of his making began to sing, singing the world back into being, a roaring symphony swept over the earth and sea, spilling out all of the notes of existence as they danced across the void, filling it with all matter and form, yet the man never heard a single sound.
-inspired by The Way of Chuang Tzu, translated by Thomas Merton.
– Josh Fleming