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Can anyone give a real life example for this line? It reads as if the advice is to abandon one's project and try something new entirely, but I find that hard to believe - especially because 64.3 changes to 50 and all that feeling of success.
Thoughts:
64.1 You wish to express yourself but no one is hearing what you have to say.
64.2 Wait your turn.
64.3 Give up and change the subject?
Rosada
. . pheeew . . I hope people weren't holding their breath for this -Mr Little can be very meticulous indeed sigh: ). Have you ever been winter swimming you'll know that preparations are not to be taken lightly. There's repeated trying of waters and warming up routines and meditation and then some . . .
-Come on . .
He turned around and looked at her a bit baffled . . what? His mind was occupied by what troubles might arise -what was this? Yards and bones and kitty in a yarnball -was it a good time for games, this, the way ahead looks ominous, said Mr Little.
-Seriously Kid, you didn't really think this is the first time I've never seen waves before now, did ya? . . my, do I have stories to tell . . (chuckles)
Kid rolled back his heels and turned to listen. This Girl had a way all her own with stories although it nagged him that she always left the moral of the story untold -she had good reason for it, but he would have to find out one step at a time- . . well, that was kind of perplexing and things were now all bowled over, it would be nice to see this thread unraveling, he thought, straight into the heart of it, just like Theseus into the labyrinth.
Girl looked around . . there was not much time left till pieces fell into place and her heart was clinched and bundled but happy still. Time was not yet but time was coming. Oh well, maybe just enough time for one more story. She untied her fingers and started spinning . .
I don't know if I have told you this but she had been to the sea before and knew its lairs and virtues. She had practically grown up in it and had grown up to love it: its endless deep expanses, the wild horizons, sharp edges of laughing water and sun rays reflecting right through its unfathomable blues. She had been taught to read images in the clouds and landscape, the tongue of waves and wind to steer the boat, the caves of pirates . . . Pirates, yes, this story was about pirates.
Her thoughts rolled back like waves on some forgotten shore . . back to the day her father had come home with treasuries from the local antiques'. Two books, timely unearthed from who knows whose chest, with heavy, sandy-colored pages. The first, a relic from his childhood, a pirate novel, the life and works of Golden Devil, a buccaneer roaming the Caribbean, the other was its follow-up and was called "Myrtle, the Golden Devil's Daughter" . . . she laughed inside with her father's mischievous
games cause she knew what he was telling her. He wanted her to grow up strong and fearless, be sharp in mutiny and think herself last in danger. He knew his own daughter well enough, had seen her perch herself in the boat's bow each time the sea got rough, up there to the place of most impact. That was the closest she could get to the waves' dance -high high up straight across the sun on the peak of them and deep down inside them when they crushed over her; coming back only when the sea had stopped soaking her to the bone despite the bright yellow sailing gear, after the wind and sun had blown her clothes dry again, all salty-skinned and tangled hair . .
Had she not told him before, she had once seen a fellow from a friendly boat all bruised up after a crossing, his neck marked with a spiraling thin red line, as if someone had tried to choke him; that was one thing's work, a rope not fastened well enough, a wrong attempt to fix it, the rope free to the wind had coiled around his neck, almost throwing him overboard . . his eyes were still drowning in the abyss.
. . a slight breeze drew him out of his wandering gaze:
-Come on . . the tide is rising and you don't want to get swamped and under the weather, it's time . . draw your lines straight -I'll tell you then how it all begun . .
Each moving line of a hexagram involves draining away from that hexagram to change toward some other hexagram. Hex 64 is about working away to complete the Great Project. Each moving line speaks about taking some off ramp from that Freeway toward some other destination.
My experience of this line is in keeping with meng's comments. Although Wilhelm says "the results are more favorable" than what is discribed in 63.3, this job disciplining of the Devil's Country here seems overwhelming - major test I guess of everything presented in 1.1 - 64.3. I like the idea of rewards being given not just at the end but as encouragement throughout the three year struggle. Also like Wilhelm's comment, "What is willed is done," and the point that this line is about a strong official simply assisting the ruler - the official is just doing his job and needn't worry.
rosada
Hi, Rosada:My experience of this line is in keeping with meng's comments. Although Wilhelm says "the results are more favorable" than what is discribed in 63.3, this job disciplining of the Devil's Country here seems overwhelming - major test I guess of everything presented in 1.1 - 64.3. I like the idea of rewards being given not just at the end but as encouragement throughout the three year struggle. Also like Wilhelm's comment, "What is willed is done," and the point that this line is about a strong official simply assisting the ruler - the official is just doing his job and needn't worry.
rosada
How about starting again and doing it in Chinese this time? That'll slow everything down to a walk...
Hi, Mike:... The best advice is to shake off those old skeletons, some will cling on for grim death but keep on dancing and the new rhythm will loosen their hold. When the going gets tough the tough get going.
MIke
Hi, Mike:
I like it. To shake the bones is always a good advice.
From: Corto Maltes by Hugo Pratt
At: http://comic-historietas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hugo-pratt-el-esoterismo-en-corto.html
All the best.
Charly
P.D.:
Don't ask me why one of the skeletons have a supernumerary bone. Maybe a hidden advice or maybe only a licence of the drawer.
Ch.
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