To $N, Young friend, awake at last? This old Daoist divined that you must have slept like the dead during thes…
To $N,
Young friend, awake at last?
This old Daoist divined that you must have slept like the dead during these days of rest.
Someone entrusted me to grant you three nights of deep slumber—what dreams did you wander through?
Word has it you tossed and turned hugging your pillow, even kicking holes in the blankets! Did you stumble upon a peerless martial manual or glimpse mountains of gold and silver? Yet dreams often mirror what weighs heaviest on one's mind—was it Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi?
Rest is over, young friend. Time to rise and train.