13 August 2007. Sunlight, early, a single whisp of fog hovering on the edge of Albany Hill. Voice of Werner as the Dalai Lama...where did he come from? Metal detectors and class schedules--a mind full of bric-a-brac, woe, woe, if only emptiness. Chuang Tzu--along a path. The great bird P'eng...
In Northern Darkness there lives a fish called K'un. This K'un is so huge that it stretches who knows how many thousand miles. When it changes into a bird it's called P'eng. This P'eng has a back spreading who knows how many thousand miles, and when it thunders up into flight it's wings are like clouds hung clear across the sky. It churns up the sea and sets out on its migration to Southern Darkness, which is the Lake of Heaven.
(translated by David Hinton)
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