Just now, I lost myself – you understand?

“Nanguo Ziqi sat leaning upon his armrest. He looked up at the sky and sighed in a dazed manner, as though he had lost his double.
Yancheng Ziyu stood in attendance before him. “What is this?” he said. “Can one truly make one’s form like a withered tree. Can one truly make one’s mind like dead ashes? The man who is reclining here now is not the one who was reclining here before!”
Ziqi said, “Well may you ask such a question. Just now, I lost myself – you understand? You may have heard the pipes of man but not the pipes of earth; you may have heard the pipes of earth but not the pipes of heaven.”

~ Zhuangzi

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