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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Delayed Daily Musing - March 25th, 2013 - Force - 強制 - Qiángzhì


Force - 強制 - Qiángzhì

A blade cannot be trusted
as battleworthy
before it tastes blood.
The skill of a warrior
may be determined
by how seldom he draws his sword.

~inspired by Deng Ming-Dao

      
In ancient times there once was a wanderer who was constantly forced into flight, harried everywhere he went by brigands and assassins. He was the best swordsman in the land, but his skill brought with it a kind of dire notoriety. Brash warriors would constantly attack the wanderer, hoping to achieve in one stroke the work of a lifetime.  Although the wanderer was well-advanced in age and had long since renounced the need to kill and the status accorded by such deeds, he was still considered the best and could not live in peace.

Over and over, his enemies came, and just as many times, they were defeated. He did not always use a weapon. Sometimes, he simply reached for what was at hand to achieve victory. He did not ever draw his sword, for he knew that blood would be spilled and he did not desire vengeance. He only wished to be left alone. Once his attackers were adequately subdued, he would serve them tea, bandage their wounds, and send them on their way.

The few swordsmen who did not challenge the wanderer were welcomed into his company, and although he did not offer any martial techniques, his kind nature and compassionate philosophy helped each man to grow. The wise learned to remain humble, so that others were seldom aroused in anger against them. They avoid conflict when possible, but if trouble seeks them out, they deal with it effectively but not obsessively. The correct action is never dictated by emotion alone, but tempered by reason. Thus, the wise use only the barest, most essential amount of force for these dangerous situations. To go further is to fall into excess - do not place yourself in a position to bear the guilt of unintended consequences.