The Ferryman and the Sage
A sage once needed to cross a wide river. He approached a humble ferryman, who calmly guided the boat with a single oar, without straining, without hurrying, and without ever speaking a word.
The river was rough in parts, yet the ferryman adjusted without resistance. His movements were quiet and light, as though the river carried him, not the other way around.
When they reached the other side, the sage asked,
"Old ferryman, how did you steer through the rough waters so easily?"
The ferryman smiled,
"The river knows the way. I do not fight it, I follow it.
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